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Dick in a her vocal coords
Dick in mouth her jaw
Never in ha butt that's hey
I just sauce her face
Bitch I got the slump
Lay it down on the pussy
She say

tirándome las coord’
Porque nos vamo’ a pegar sin tener atrás a una Corp.

Más vueltas que un picador, reconocible el olor
Cómo se ansían las sustancias en un

you don't play you choose
Co-ords in a vesper tone crazy drool
Don't want a confessional baby boo
I gotta be factual lately loose
You won't let it rest

wylin out but don't act stupid though
Lord send the coords
I'm out the door
Shaking hands
Bon accord
Lord send the coords
I'm out the door
Shaking hands

divide us
Cucks los de pol
Y nunca olvidarás, poder asperjar
Las coords de una flag

a celebration
Mining all day, I know you've been caving (Here we go!)
A congratulations (Woo!), it's a celebration
I am lost please give me the co-ords for your

coords, I wanna pull up
Put my awkward sword in your ovaries, okay
Nobody to lean on but codeine
Sound white, but I'm lightskin, Lil Mosey
Lil bronem, you

Those who doubt, I'm just reppin gawds
Mathematic mosdef, I'm just sending shots
To your favorite rapper's absicca and the co-ords
They've got no limits,

fly high no string attached
That mean I let I go 
Drive that bitch off course 
Like a Tesla no coords 
Bad bitch on the floor
And she fucking on all

Suppa goofy, handsome with my makks out
Serving salt, racks is what I'm about
Tearing coords, stupid ho's they chasin' clout
They can not serve fish,

the village, had fun
golden armor, I'm done
But your coords are
Far away from me
You're X Y Z from me
So far away from me
You're X Y Z from me

You can run, you

uh, mutherfuckers can't do
And I put bamboo in a hoe
So take your crew and let it brew
Sometimes being evil is true.
I'll buy you my co-ord suit, yeah

the fucking pros
Gonna pull up to the coords
Might start a fucking war
Gonna get on my record gotta get me that reward
Then im gonna fuckin' bounce
Got the whip

the blade slipped
Mans fallin out his belt
Licked that coord around his throat
When he tried to scream for help
"Dante what's in the bag?
Why are all our

and T aim high we got that ambition
Phone up bro with the coords like next mission
Optomist get the gist our future vision
Only real ones know 'cause it all

anys
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a three
I'm the captain of the boat we on yo block yeah fuck the sea
Not safe at ur crib we got the coords like XYZ
Yeah we left that lil boy on the curb we

lost
Give me your coordinates to lead me back home

Give me your coords!

Finding my own lane
GPS coords starting to take shape
Destination meaningful escape

Every opportunity I got, I take
On a calculated risk
I do not hesitate

went to,
Couldn't see my coords, I wasn't at the base, I was fighting off a blaze

And I know that you're mad
But what was I supposed to do?
We needed