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dreams
Until the curtain closes
Before the final call
 
Five years go by, Scott is feeling beaten down
He and Emily gigged in every club in this town

counting
Pigs be vexed 'cause the
Bands ain't bouncing
Prey in sight, get straight to the pouncing
Since the hands been known for the slicing
Excellent

you a housewife
And I be outside
They freed Bris from that count time
I'm really 'bout mine
Stackin' bands, look, the amount climbin'
Tryna outshine
But

get out my way
Been rappin ten years and you pay to play? I'd rather go queer, suck a dick and get made
By the end of next year, take my gold to my

(I'm a gentleman)
(But I ain't a gentle man)
(NineOne)

Didn't wanna clear that debt
Bloke got chucked in a freezer
Grabbed by the scruff

I'll find out who you sent by
Lessen my intentions with a mention of the bedtime
If I had a bad time, will I tell my friend's wire?
It might be

wherever we bound by
Same block where they sell you a pack out of Crown Fried
To put me in your deck is like I brought you around mine
Just as long as you

cutthroat
Took his ass off for them
Bands he was too slow
Talkin' 'bout plata you know I need plomo
My ho from Panama that ho from

Run out the trap with

thicker than water but they ain't bled
So how would they know? I'm trying to learn while I grow
I'm too busy chasing bands to be chasing a hoe
So please

my bitch
Super-hot
Niggas act like they on
But they
Really not
I be by myself
Smoking Gary Payton
Glove pack
Yea I see the girl
That you claiming
I

Helpless

The Regrettes

Helpless

2018

the side of the ballroom
Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume
Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine
Grab my sister, and
Whisper, "This one's

bitches in my bed
5 0 that’s the feds
6 7 got a mac 11 and the tips of bullets red
If 8 bands on yo head
9 times outta’ 10 ya’ dead
I got 2 feet
So I’m ten

your princess was a sight lovely to see
And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears

Mens sana in corpore sano
Gimme da fuckin band, gimme the fuckin stand, gimme da fucking mic, gimme the fucking stage, give me the fucking plan Stan

nigga really finna say
Nigga?
We'll take his ass off with that K, nigga
And I been trappin' hard with some shake
Nigga
You can catch me at the park by

That was some September several bands by Christmas 
Fuck these niggas I'm just running laps 
Writing raps while I'm bussing traps 
Wish I was fucking

Killin', I'm drillin', I'm steppin', I'm runnin' I'm movin', I'm billing' bands by the anum
I got my niggas, we shoppin', we coppin' We glockin', we steppin'

I put in work, never sleep
I need rubber bands

Hold up bitch, hold up bitch (aye)
Hold up bitch (aye), hold up bitch (aye)
Hold up bitch (aye), hold

G 100
Written by B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson
Executive Producer: Darren Delo Beard
Label: originalgangsterrecords.com

Uh, fresh gravy

the 'jects with 80 by the curb in a pair of Stans
I pull in and out this bitch and you'll swear you can hear a band
Theme music for super heroes in Louis

caught blocked
Cock blocked
These lil' bitches' actin' soft, got me circled
By the ops I ain't know these lil' fuckers bound to
Blow up on the spot Switch

book who needs a pen when it ain't by law
I do my north to south by east and west each time I get home
Then crush a nug of leave into a leaf to get in my

I don't wanna kuff her
I swear I don't trust her I think she might cheat
Dis one luh bihh gangsta but dis luh bihh stay by da ops 
I be risking my

money backpack filled with bands
Bebe belt on my waist like heavyweight champs
Jimmy Choo Man I'm smelling expensive
You niggas stupid you reading