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But I wanted the big screen
Wanted to be the host
And I wanted the real green
So I worked harder
Eight hours on the beach
By the weekend
Opening up

i'll never keep
Better be honest and honor the cest la vie
French braids, livin life like my best day, tesfaye i'll be gon by the weekend
Make a few

stones the whole games a replica
Yeah these niggas trash all I need is a receptacle
I step into the ring and I'm lookin for competitors.
The dot up on your

but masked by hysterical reaction
Tears run down your eyes but a smile is cracking
At the rate you're abusing it
Your dealer refuse to refuel your

tryin' to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for

the profit by pushing product and ducking potholes
No more plotting, time to execute and shift the throttle
If we knotted when I'm destitute and belly hollow
I

that I can feed my pride
Or be dead on the inside
Don't wanna be recognised but heard by the blind
They can break your heart even if you kind
Can't see

raised by two of em
So I stay wit two of em
Awkwardest evenings Zack Morris you Screeches
Saved By The Bell
Catch yo ass on the weekend
I schooled on 'em

sesión
unos prinrolls cookies cortesía de Paradise Stone 
la mafia es la conexión
esto es de inversión putas joyas y diversión. 

Cuidado que frene a raya

goal to cover Ebony
In her world it's better and more prestigious than being on Vogue
And maybe Rolling Stone, secondly
I know some girls that just

jiggle
Blow it by the Oz like Wiz Khalifa rolling missiles
I recline, your bitch blow me like a whistle
In the booth, watch a nigga make sizzle
Everything

I give a fuck about a smut, I'm smitten with the paper
Keep the 40 cal for any malfeasance 
I went to TAO two times this weekend, already
You in red,

I just want a single interview with rolling stone
Bite your tongue with my name, like the logo, oh no

Oh no, best know
If all my songs like this boy,

but they don't live by it
Same ol', different year
I'm more than a bit tired
Lately I feel like I'm just ready for some big riot
Can't be assed with it

you know what it is
Throwing stones and mixing hoes in our business
Got these blogs posting all this fake shit
You know that you dead wrong

I bet

Out on my own, a new sacrifice, will consistency be a big enough price
How close am I getting to rolling the dice
Trappin' with cheese and these bitches

on broads yeah
I’m tired of tripping over u it ain’t my fault yeah
I been chilling by myself cause I’m alone yeah
I know i gotta sit and grind on my own yeah

dropped up outta college by the third weekend
I was dirt poor
I was living out my civic
Every time the weed hit me
I would hurt more
But you still saw,

a movie
Now I got her screaming, making a movie
Want the kind of love, she seen in the movies

L.A. for the weekend
I fuck with you, I can't pretend

importante
Tú pon la cara pa'lante, el culo pa'rriba 
Chingándote me pone' agresiva 
Si abre' las pierna', yo te lanzo la Rolling Stone
Mi lubricante es la

dem meds
Their lives are a mess
Every day’s full of stress

Stuck in the endz, lost in the trends 
Another weekend, not a red cent
A dozen of mates

come by when I see this weekend, are we gonna eat
This the long ladies
Sonny, you're late
Oh, don't worry about it, I know you love me

Me and my cousin

a stone
Yeah we did it on our own
Caught us rolling on the floor
By the bedside
Resuscitate a tone
That reminds us of the ones
That we met along

people that I trust
The result is how I throw my hands if I really must
I could beat up all your men
I would beat em by mile
Lay a hand on one of my own
If