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it going, so I just looked like the fat loser in the group fitness class just... Keep kicking? momma bear would never tell her friend to keep kicking.
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about, "Mariah Carey's funky,"
Makin the average group buckdance like
tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something
What make lifetime groups break up
sucks to be healthy. It sucks to go to the gym. I fucking hate the gym. I go to the group fitness classes, anyone do those? Zumba, spin, bootcamp? Oh my
'cause that's all of the shit that I see in you
All six side boys hating 'cause this nigga was the man in the whole group
Nigga in the room
Writing
inna the group
Talk, talk, talk, talk (talk to dem good)
Coo deh! Life a treat dem unfair
Go weh, hotty, hotty me keep mi skin clear
This
Aiyo, New York tracks, keep me phat like that
I exercise with fitness, to support my back
It's going on black, and I'm out to get mines
Bust in
witness
Can’t catch up cause you got no fitness
Spent a check on a 2011 coupe though
Got a team call them swat try to lay low
Got to fuck but you better off
group of friends
Then back to his group of friends
We call her a cross trainer
She not into fitness (Uh, huh)
I tolerate her
I just had to flip her over
New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit (straight up)
Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes (21)
I'm on group FaceTime, me
tested
Ain't too many new hands in my group huddles
Ain't too many new faces in my group pictures
I be with my old friends talking new business
Putting so
the quickness, y'all need to witness
Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business
Exercise, like physical fitness
Ride through, I glide through
Bass pump
clean the city
She feeling the vibe Im busy
Two phones just to get to the money
Negative tones the group closed
Unknowns ring the cellular phone
We dont
Yeah big talk, ay big drip
She gon' ride work it out like fitness
One night, she gon live that night life
And I, I, I, think that bitch is my type
Oh big
their eyes like a group of racist
Dropping knowledge like a haitian
Bon die bon
I got my hitter on a pager
Early in the morning
Catch me in my joggers
fitness
A body like yours came from making wise decisions, and I like it
Hips that got women and men eyeing
Rocking kith sweats tryna hide it
We had a drink
in my blood I'm just now sealing my fate
I'm spitting different
No time for hiss fits
Chasing millions but I know they looking saying y'all a group
Lil bitch keep her distance til she wanna work out like planet fitness...
Pull up at her work house, 15 min break she come out for a quickie...
I heard
homie, he a Steeler
I ain't tryna settle down
But I'm in love with ManKiller
Ooh!
(Lowkey)
Haha
Man I'm high as fuck
I sent a group chat to all my bitches
a group a hoes
You know how the story goes
I wanted some booty
She wanted some clothes
Dinner and a movie I cannot do those
I tap it then bag it
Then link
pour it out in some scriptures
And I hope it works out in the end, no fitness
My nigga
Yea
For real man
Flowers, you really fucking em' up
Look
Look
Hits the gym 5 days a week
He's become some sort of fitness freak
Joined a buddhist meditation group
He learns mystique
He says he's been fighting
Dopamine fiend when I breathe the pain
Down with the thickness
I’m fat like that ain’t no time for fitness
Oh no
Who got my witness?
Bitch don't talk, Got no
hit you know it's discreet
Brought her a blunt, she want repeat
Her man playing games this called defeat
She rolling with me she looking elite
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