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haymakin', and some they fancy mowin'
But of all the jobs that I like best, give I the turmut hoein'.
The Fly, the Fly,
The Fly be on the turmut,
'Tis all my
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
by white sheets
So with that being said means my city never sleeps
Out on the streets
And yes we
You catch me
And they be
And they be
And always
with what they've been given
You got kids killing kids then killing themselves
A worldwide struggle for power and wealth
It's a crazy world that we live
was her real son. What'd they do with my baby boy. I'm here mom. No no. I don't know you.
Can I be honest? I didn't know what love was. I've heard
Uh
We love you DEITY (Yeah)
A couple bad bitches (Bad bitches) they all want from me
And you know what I want, money, money, money
Nothing greater
Why do you fake? Why do you lie?
Why do love to go flex this ice on your neck, while broke all the time
Why do you run? Why do you hide?
Why do you
by our wits, we live to be free
We never take prisoners, we take no requests
What we do mostly is what we do best
Chorus
We laugh and we cry and we
cus they matched wit Meez
Everything on life
I do it right
I know there aren't second tries
So I just wanna know why you just wanna lie
Cus you dont
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
Don't want no countable amount[02:28.41]I'm gon keep on grinding[02:31.69]You must be use to all the finer thangs[02:37.52]Infatuated by what money
ass they was the only ones by my side
Now I got my baby with me, we ride like Bonnie and Clyde
So when we reload the rifles Yall better go run and hide
I'm gonna do more than knock you out
Any last words, it's fear you doubt
But your fans won't care if you die right now"
What? I realised who I'm doing
And they looking at me crazy they want me to do right,
But it's a thin line between right and wrong
This is the type of sh that I'm on,
This is real sh it's
nigga that twerp
Got it on lock what's the password
Naw niggas act different
Niggas with you when you eat
But never help you do the dishes
Never help you
boy flaming
Hold up he just made a hit
Wait
We gotta go find what his name is
When they gon realize that I been built for this
Mechanically I been
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Stashed in my ride, watchin' haters in they eyes
I'd rather go in a blaze, then get taken by
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Stashed in my ride, watchin' haters in they eyes
I'd rather go in a blaze, then get taken by
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
ran up a check but ain't sponsored by Nike
You claim that you gangsta but act like the police
Don't think we don't know
Niggas ain't solid they really
and catchin' the blues is a habit
cnd minor triggers seem to move me to panic, I'ma do Psychiatric
cssessment, and if they label it a “major depression”
I'ma
Look at Me, Look at Me
Tell me do you like
What you see?
Look at me, look at me
If I'm not enough
Please tell me what is
The point in saying
say that’s what it’s giving
Niggas can’t hit they target Buh swear they be spinning
Fuck all the capping push-up on ya target
I’m not geek to paint I
And if I find myself
Do u think it's what they like?
I'm scared of taking losses
I'm scared of how they see me
But these are my true colors
Imma show em'
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