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Mr Krabs
Fifty-fifty bands and I got it out the bag
Baby I might die so please do not get attached
Niggas suckin' dick at the gas station
Niggas

A thousand miles away from home
I don’t know where to go
Surrounded by the world
that I could barely know
Future is too complicated
I don’t know

or outcast. No surprise

Never wanted lies. Only truth
You tell me who's who in this matrix
 
Am I Mr. Anderson? Am I Agent Smith? 
Am I Mr. Anderson? Am I

Problems

Cee Lo Green

Ludaversal

2015

They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame
And I steady try to tell em that it all just depends
Cause every time I make a lil more

himself to Glyde)

How can the good Lord take my love away?
Far too young far too good
I have to face forever all without my wife

There's no describing my

a hundred shots
Shoot a the bitches by Mr Skippa
I was at her top
Bought a pocket rocket auto cocker
Clear the block Serge Iback
Super kick like Shawn

(haha)
Me and Lil Uzi just bought some Audemars (Audemars)
Too many guns, a shootin' star (too many)
What the fuck I need a key? I push start (what)

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro

Sting-ding-ding-da-ding-ding, woii
This is Michael Rose and Albarosie 
(A-too-too-twain)
Stana-woii-stana-woii-stana-woii (woii)
Ahh

Wan'

to a home
And I spent like 1.5 on my diamonds alone
Only count on who gon' still be by side if it's gone
Just a hand full, you can't never have no win if

no lack in my pimpin'
All I do is trends
Lil' mama go off the dome
We don't do the pen
Ever did me dirty, it's fuck 'em
We don't do amends
(Ayy, ayy,

Survive The Summer

Iggy Azalea

Survive the Summer

2018

the rough
Fancy diamonds by the way
I been making moves, been writing rhymes
Been stacking commas

But you? 
Hold up, bitch, can you survive the summer?

Fell in love luci
Now I'm feeling weird
Locks a lil loose Time to maintain
Feelin in the booth
I can see you
Y'all be too blue
Tell me what's

I still got you by my side I feel like I beat the odds
I got this Tommy on my side I'm walking fairly odd
She too good for Hotel 6 I pick

all queer like you Fred Astaire
You think I'm stupid, don't ya? You think I'ma lay down 
And let you stick me with your meat poker, don't you
Mr

Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6

I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block

Let me give you what you supposed to have
Let me give you what you supposed to have

Keep this shit plain lil' baby you know I ain't playin' with you

Let's get this shit straight I don't fuck wit ya niggas
cll around the world we stack them figures
Smoke big ass yo shit too lil
Let's get this shit

Then I got this lil hoe
Said that she usually hang with the fellas
It's funny cause she got like three kids
And two of they daddy's
She never did tell em

un-wonderful with the hat
Who watchin' you by the cap
Make America great again
I just don't to wait at these great American gates again
Patiently staying in

me vent, I'm so lost Lil baby
Can't even say too much, I'm so lost girl in this bed
I cant feel your touch

you out and try and make your day
Doranova ain't supposed to get too used to this
I wasn't thinking, maybe drinking too much cheap absinthe
Hands

Who supposed to be there when I'm crying by myself
I call the one that put the sun upon the hill
I picked a sword up and he's telling me to chill
Don't

and I'm just looking for a rope (Uhh!)
9 pills, in my feels, I chill, no drill 
Just a condescending feeling with a scary ass thrill
Outlet, no plug, Mr