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assigned
To me

The future
The future (oh, oh, oh)
The future
The future (oh, oh, oh)

So they ordered up a love machine
Directions to your house
assigned
To me

The future
The future (oh, oh, oh)
The future
The future (oh, oh, oh)

So they ordered up a love machine
Directions to your house
YSL!
It's Dolph!
300!
Shout out C-Sick
OTF!
C-Sick!
Thugger!

My trap house a Waffle House
My trap house a Waffle House
My trap house
never be sized up before leaving the house that way she will be
His freedom unabashed
Sings sweet like cicadas and opportunity
Chest front and bare
His
matter
People with high numbers assigned to them by the system
Want everyone else to behave like cattle on someone else's farm
Your ability to do things is
matter
People with high numbers assigned to them by the system
Want everyone else to behave like cattle on someone else's farm
Your ability to do things is
Trap doing numbers got me
Dodging the alphabets
Bitch I just might ball your
Purse or something after sex
I shoot no mama let's go cause
She went
I'm too sexy for this work
I came from the dirt
Fuck it I cum in the dirt
Hydroplane when I twerk
Assigned your worst nightmare at birth
Assigned
Syntax_eRRor till they fix me
Out of place till they kick me
404 assigned at birth
Will never sell my soul
Take away my name, throw away the vows
a magician
And believers called Divine
But In this they all aligned
He was in fact
A performer of many great signs
Amassed
A great number of followers
Like no
identification numbers state assigned
Had to coach my nigga with his K like he played with Zion
Throughout my discretions had my older cousin telling me
You could
be my guide
Focus on the mission you assigned
I know you see they tripping outside
Are you pleased with your children outside
Days are evil
(C-Sick)
L's
Yeah
Shout out C-Sick
C-Sick
Let's get it

My traphouse a Waffle House (traphouse a Waffle House)
My traphouse a Waffle House
Writing letters

Number 11 Studying maps, inventing street names

Number 12 Scraping the garden

Number 13 Putting the garden in the house

Number 14 Pointy
hear
The stone beneath my house
I feel it shift
The walls I built around
Begin to drift
Away and start to break
I look around at what I should take
What
The floor has been swept by one
Seven people are in the house
They are a leaving hell for heaven
The great number is eleven

I woke up in the dark
we have the numbers and we have the claws
Trans Girls Need Guns!
Bigger than the ones we were assigned to
Trans Girls Need Guns!
Keep a knife
Adding up

Ah ha 
Ah ha

Trap house bunkin
Trap house bunkin

Ha

Adding up


Got the trap house bunkin
J's in doing numbers
Thirty6 for the bundle
Adding
Come to my house baby
Got you a surprise baby
Lay you down
And do anything for your body

Make sure it´s tight baby
Dont put up a fight lady
Lay down
Go to oak 1 like late night
House no furniture on wood right?
You a actor but you never get a invite
So absorbed by the drugs, green and the white
I ee I ee iee I beautiful you know 
Who you are oh baby 

You're my number one 
You're my number one 
You're my number one 

Baby you're my favorite
out
But it depends upon the job you are assigned

You could file on this edge till it's nice and smooth
See how that man's doing it, I approve
Or you
representin', nigga, the U.P.T.

I'm a hard stuntin' nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers, showin' off for my people
I'm the number one
I laid our foundation with trust and love, a formation of flocking doves
And soon there would be three of us with our son, our number one
I moved us

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