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The wheels on the bus go round and round round and round round and round
The mask on your face keeps Covid down all through the town
The wheels

I said “Cancel that b*tch. I’ll buy another one”
I feel like Nino
Dressed in all black walking round the table 

Riding with some Biggie in my tape

chick
Diamond Monroe, yeah she a bad chick

[Hook]
She’s the pretty brown, round.. driving me wild
The way I feel now.. we might have a love child
I got

lap yea like santa clause
Clap her cheeks but no round of applause yeah
Good top almost tore my damn dick off
Driving shortys whip yeah i like to skrt

KIDDGANGONLY Hoe
FUCKTHEWORLD III
I want to travel 'round the world to different places
Tats on people's faces
Tats up on my arm for motivation life

technicolor 
In this Arcade Dream baby you and me

Change in my pocket
Enough for one more round
Not gonna stop it
Nothing can bring me down

I don't really

Your Call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
Dang Bro
I met her a little not while ago
Listen, it was
New year's evening

your phone
Let it ring, don't even gotta press ignore

Got you where I'm wanting you (stay right there)
I plan on driving you insane
It's crazy how we've

to go
And when Saturday Nights came around 
Well I remember
We were driving into town
Going out
Sitting at a table buying rounds
And I was looking at you

did, I was getting played all along
I put her in the house that he's been in, gave her the car that he's driving her round in.
Yeah I know what I bring

tryna play us?
I make twenty racks to rap up on the stage
Huh
I invested that right back to my estate, huh
Dinner table, everyone gon' get a plate, yeah

and we made a movie
She love me better when I’m wearing Gucci
Driving luxury and it’s very roomy
Chanel bag got her Acting bougie
Diamonds wetter than

the whole stu'
MOF to BMF we riding round in new coupes
Tryna make it up at this table we eating good food
But guess what mama? I'm still bad and I need love

Picture perfect
Every moment
Feels so great with you
Go in circles
At the table
Watch the flowers bloom
Driving down the highway
All day, all night,

Shawty driving round serving titties
You know i had to tip her on her only fans
I aint tripping when i say she got her nipples pierced
Lame nigga

my time, gotta lock in
I be with them gang niggas, steady mobbing
Round table boss meetings at the Robin
If a nigga wanna play, off his noggin
And i'm

Cuz i ain't gonna miss you 
Yeah laughing at the table reminiscing on the shit that we got up to
Like sixteen rounds enough to, like sixteen bars ain't

One more round and then I'll have to leave it there
The room is black and I've forgotten where I live
I remember waiting for the song to end

Driving in my glass house
Up in this brass' house 
Thinking of ways to get paid
Let's rid these tasks now 
Up in my glass house
Bring the red bras

Oh, yeah
Yeah
Driving on my way home
just got done talking to Bae on the phone
Bae on the phone
She told me, hurry, get home
Dinner is warm and dessert

Unfair

Tech N9ne

Welcome to Strangeland

2011

so rare
But don't nobody can't nobody know
And it's easy for them physical favors
Why y'all just spend all your paper
Breezes bend over the table

And the table just turned to us oo
Tell me what you want oo my baby
I'll buy you diamond rings oo my lady
I'll take you round the world like in a day
Mo sufun eh

Sipping robitussin, in my Dior
Your bitch, a fucking dog
No Labrador
She dancing round
Panties on the floor
Stumbling with the henny
No remorse

they catch me
I'm resurrecting like the lamb of God
In plum poetry, i trust
Everything else is a fucking fraud

My niggas at the Round Table eatin' good