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shit you was talkin
Lookin fake as hell by the way you walkin
Lookin at my socials now you stalkin
Hittin me up and tryna be friends
Swear to god this

Don't come talking to me
If you're texting while you're walking
You ain't talking to me
A hazard to be
Most definitely
Definitely 
By the way you talk

And I’m hoping I ain’t standing in the wrong line (Wrong line)
Cuz baby girl you getting badder by the second
If you falling from the sky, then I’m tryina

dirty He's the soap
All given purpose none living worthless
Quit ya searching and give Him worship saved by grace and it's we He purchased
And we're

traveled, daily battles and tussles
Sweet signs of struggle brings success by the bundles
We all had our individual rhymes, rhyme groups
Rhyming groups

return

I knew you were embarrassed by this our junior high relationship
You took one step after the split and tripped straight into him
You kept me

Fuck your dresscode,i'm dressed in fresh mode!

dunque,gradito l'abito scuro
io nonavevo letto ma il tuo biglietto infilalo nel culo
io frènon ho la

Je suis le mec qu'on appelle Mystik
Mystikamenté
Viens, il y a de la chaleur ici
C'est mucha caliente
Arrête tu sais pas feinter
Avec ton style

to the magic cloud
(S'il te plait penche toi la pose me rend fou)
You know I'm not the fire (oh my bébé)
But with you my dreams come true
You're my diana (oh my

petit cœur sur mon nom
Il est temps faut que je lui donne mon nom
J'ai effacé ma liste d'attente
Pour elle j'peux arrêter d'fumer la Motta

Kissing under

the time
But we fail to realize
Our whole lives
We've been blinded by material types
Just keep ya head up
Tell ya like I know
Ya been through similar shit
I

have you like a fag dancing all night
(Faggot)
But I'm a chill dude, on the real
I get so high; I could dunk on Shaquille
Ho kneel when I pass by, or get

Harsh lyric at the last part of fighting
Half past nine on a Saturday night ting
Nevers and whatevers when I get my coat
Now watch my boat I’m owed

than the beatles
I stay posted like I'm Shaq Diesel
If you hatin' on me that just shows that you're evil
I was writing down lyrics all day
Me and God

of my tricks these lyrics spit out the top of my lip sound like magic, these thoughts are shots a little bit like tomahawks rapid while Im rappin,
I'm

Ils disent que l'amour rend plus fort
Mais je pensais pas être aussi vulnérable
J'ai vu en toi ce que nul verra
On enterrera la relation
Je

It's so cold outside
Wanna drive and ride
Through this frozen time
With you by my side
E vecchio a me
Nel la mente ho pensato di fare questo in Italiano

Mandela can smile on this
Cock the piece then I shoot the snitch
Drill a nigga with the power tools
We be out'ea makin' power moves
You be snitchin' by

attention, you should see where I'm headed with this
Usually I spit rapid running with the lyrics
The realest shit chu ever heard fam you need to feel it
It's

lyrics de légende, gravés dans le prisme,
Des flows impeccables, sans aucune bavure,
Le hip-hop se déchaîne, pur, sans rature.

Refrain :

Années 80, le

Mm
Who's that peeping through my window
Blaahh! Blaah! Blaahh Blaah
Look at ya now

Got that choppa by the window like Malik El-Shabazz
March up on you

musique…réponds s'il te plaît)
(Yeah)
Baby veut qu'on s'facetime okay (okay)
Mais j'resterais pas plusieurs heures no way (no way)
J'ai fumé là j'suis parti away

delete the message
Step in the booth? Imma killer my mouth a lethal weapon
Spittin lyrics at you like bullets outta this Smith n Wesson
Got em' all afraid,

the barrios to the burbs
From the streets and to the steeples

Yeah
You can call me Solar cuz I'm powered by the son yeah
You can call it boastin but I'm