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on his friends
He like aw shit she all in his head
He was never the one why the fuck she pretend
We went out to the club just to get fucked up
And maybe

license plate
Is this what friends are, didn't think we'd get this far
We went from just at school, to living in my front yard
Why you in my, why you in my,

I learn when I'm alone
Bitch, I'm tryna bring it home gon' stack that cheese up high for times was low
Screamin', "fuck that court", im trying to get

smoke
I'm the type
To go get the bag
Run up the bag
Bring a bigger bag back
That's a fact muhfucka
No cap
Real rap mothafucka
Bring it back mothafucka
Ima

love to piss just like R. Kelly
He yoke them up like chic, be quiet
Grab them by the pussy, pussy riot
Go ahead and try it, see what happens
Fuck with my

and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.

Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for

pile it up, and pick it by the lot
If we throwin' all these bills, you better race me to the top
Damn, girl, had these niggas sweatin' you all day
Now

the game over
I then came through and then I
Wrote the game yeah yeah

I'm in my zone now we finna
Run it up I.N.D.E.P.E. I got my
Numbers up why is he with

We're all going down the pub, come on, get your tracksuits on
Come on, fukin' get movin'
Fukin' why you so slow, clart?
Aww, fukin' hell, my bollocks

flex for a vid, that's flex for my kids
Fronting on my day up nigga
Never miss a lay up nigga
Gotta get my cake up nigga
It is what it is, fuck cops fuck

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know

I met her walking down an uptown street

She's so fine I wish she was mine

I get shook up every time we meet

it up, throw it back
Think of the good times we could have
Bartender pour em another round
Pretty soon y'all will like my sound
By the end of night

for me-eh-eh
Won't get to first bay-ay-ay-ay-ase by begging me (da da da da da da)
You wanna play the game?
Give me a little space and maybe you'll

I'm always by the phone
But you like that
A long ways far from home
But I'm right there
Lie there
Baby why should I care
Up all-day
Till you need me

Wake up bake up
I get my cake up
I get this guap I'm getting this paper
Don't got no time for no hater
All of these bitches been enemies treat em

This the party song 
Everybody in the spotty gonna get along 
All my problems are behind me man they long gone 
Grab a drink and put it up cause

Drinkin' on some dirty, feelin' flirty, she gon' get cuffed up (Drip it!)
I just spent a dub, for like thirty, she gon' get ruffed up (Drip it!)
Pretty hair

Since I lost my dog I just been getting by
It get cold outside
Can't get closed minded
If you don't keep your head on they'll close line you oh
I'm just

of our eye
Sometimes
I
Wish we could all just make it right
We could make up the time
Work together and get along alright
Get along alright
What I've heard

friends (trust me girl)

You just wanna lay up like you know how to dunk shit
And i'm tryna get mine by 25 in abundance
Why do you need so many drugs for

you get to rapping ?
I throw my money with my left hand 
I told her duh and end up leftin' 
Now the lil bitch can’t get back in 
Aye
Grabbed the double

of them niggas face
And now they wanna turn the tomorrow into a murder case
Nigga get out of jail, he still be up in beef
Gotta get some money, gotta get

punch
That shit turns me on, eh
I'm minding my own business
You pulled me to the side
Asked me why I was not speaking up for you
For what?
Why the fuck

serving out
That fucking crack yuh
Get up off your ass I won't
Pick your fucking slack up
She been round the block that's why
I had to fucking wrap up
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