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ME DADDY, I CALL HER MY BABY I GET THE PUSSY SO WET LIKE THE NAVY MAKING DEPOSITS IM ALL BOUT MY MONEY I GET HER OPEN LIKE I HAD A KEY I GET THE PUSSY
Ces jours ci je combat mes doutes Je combats mes péchés Mais j'me dois d'être fort y'a la miff qui regarde J'peux pas m'laisser entraîner par tout
was meant to be Are you meant to be My blue dream baby Driving me crazy Got my mood ring changing indigo to navy Like I'm out of body Like
T'avais la rage de vivre T'avais soif, t'avais faim Que le combat se livre Tu criais aux seniors Tassez-vous les vieux vedges J'vais faire brûler les
It's NaVy Blu3 It's NaVy Blu3 It's NaVy Blu3 And Mluwsch I been, tryna, figure out, you for a while now Why I haven’t felt something just right from
sipping till it’s wavy She looked me in my eye, said she been feeling chapo lately I tell her open up, i’m tryna dive like the navy Tryna dive in like
juice from the wines Far side only to see with Mobb eye Genuine shine, left blind by bright light Strike like Navy SEALS seen with dark light with
You crossed on Brooklyn Ferry not a boy, but not a man Left behind the Navy Yard And your father's mislaid plans I was at the other ocean And I
Out over the edge you'll find Beads of laser fly Out over the edge of time Armada of mirrors A flint to strike down with weather And combat in
Houdini I come and get it, send a message and swing back I'm over the edge and I deliver on impact I'm always expressive, I accept it, that's big facts I'm
Two motherfuckers inside a cage I may be a monster, but I still feel pain At the core of our combat is a fragile game The crowd is getting hungry
secret US civilians and military personnel were going about their daily routine with no warning The navy ships were stationed in the harbor The sailors
Uhh, BRYCE How we do it lately Powder-blue and navy Buttermilk biscuit Color of that dripping- I'm 'gravy' Boss spitting sauce, pause Sifter sipping
Wine & Pasta Wine and pasta, cabernet and lasagna. Sauce on the edge of my glass, designer posture. Of course I'm ahead of my class, and by a lot,
Out over the edge you'll find Beads of laser fly Out over the edge of time Armada of mirrors A flint to strike down with weather And combat in
baby I would let your darkness invade me You could maybe turn this white light into navy Before you leave It was a slight miscalculation that my
Comeup Gifted Niggas I'm rubbing her ass it's smooth She brushing her edges smooth Gave credit it's passing due Went straight to the stars like NASA
as she looked my way I tried to run because her buns made the ferry sway To be blunt she was fat and ready for combat All the way to Bremerton were
of that stolen mountain, as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman and his tired navy blue.
lifting heavy Doubts on my shoulder I'm over the edge Over the edge Over the edge of it all I'm staring down this hole And we could change the world If only
in the days Navy Seal, water drill Trained to fight the hardest ways Combat, gats bash the dome flap or fly but Snap and get swung Make your
grip on the throttle Shotgun she a model I sip fast and I talk slow It ain't enough and I want more Broke the edges on my floorboards Think about when I
we lazy, how we always in our bed Got me splashing like the Navy, but that's classified like ned I might cuff you like I'm fed, eat this dick, you fool
them navy blue uniforms See them bright and shiny things Bright shiny things, yeah The temperature is rising The fever white hot Mister, I ain't
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