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putting time in
I bet that buddy at the crib ain't like this
You say you got a man I'm like yeah
Forget about him let's dip to my domicile
Hit him up

comes at you untoward
Magic weed spring up from your footsteps in the night
They whisper us sweet nothings in the morning light

Don't know what else

nobody for nothing
She love me she bugging
By myself increasing my budget

I cannot trust a bitch
She tried to convince me and say on god
That she didn't

Protect yo body
Let yo soul breath

Or you can give it all to me
You know I'ma protect the whole thing

I do a lot
She say I'm so sweet

But that's only

so if
They say "Blow your fuckin' brains out"
I'll blow your fuckin' brains
Out! Nothing personal
Ya understand? I just haven't been myself

Back when

remember 


now this ain't nothing like it's supposed to
be baby girl too close to me/
it started as a fuck, and now she trying to
leave her soul with me/
I

aggressively
Fill her neck with kisses
Tell her that she looks De lick cious
Snack her on the ass
When she walks past
Whisper sweet nothings in her ear
To get it

hostage you plan to engrave em 
Hieroglyphics In need of optics you plan to erase em 
By your physics & all your laws in a world with no faith in
Now we

started hating.
Age aint nothing but a number was the card she was playing.
Wasn't trying to disrespect, so I had to let her go.
Went our seperate ways, but

with all my demons in the safe bounds of my room
Whispers of sweet nothings inside my ears until it's true
But now I'm
Living up to all the expectations

a sellout cause he puts me in a rage
I play KRS and throw that ass off the stage
So give me my props cause I always stay clever
And ain't nothing changd but

responded, now I got heavy conscious
You know she'll catch a call when I'm drunk or something
On some I'm just trying to talk not even fuck or nothing
She said

Yo Jazzy what's happening man
Yo Ice Cream Tee is that Jazzy
Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Yeah they made that rap tune
"Girls Ain't Nothing but Trouble"

I have a friend called Aaron who helped me out when I was thrown out by my cousin Jamil from his flat. 
On the day I was thrown out, I met him in

haven't had it and
The hads are very glad it's
Hochi mama, what a mouthful!
In the encyclopedia of being afraid
There ain't nothing to be scared of
'til

from their meaning
And truth is separated from the fact
The vermin have consumed the trail of breadcrumbs
Now I’m scared there’s no way back

Aint that

mamma ain’t no chilling yeah
Bitch you know I’m with it fuck the opps no I ain’t scared of them

Tryna hold it down for all my family
Y’all some bitches

my screws a lil' looser (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't got enemies, posted by Kennedy's (I ain't got enemies)
Last nigga played got his own

No way out Justice is just us
Fuck's up trying to get my ones up
To fives twenties hundreds
Let your man hold something I ain't got nothing
Different

jeans (Genes)
By His grace I believe, and He made me breathe
Made me become alive
He set me free, when He hung on that tree
And drink the cup from God
You

growin' accustomed to madness
Fallin' in love with the Mayhem
Go season the baby back ribs
Stick em in the oven and bake em
I'm eatin' good tonight
Ain't

In the post battling is Alex Len
Mayday, it's Tray Day, composed, ain't no rattling him
Mess with the Beam Team get one in the chin
Ain't taking no

better stop him
Or tell him to get a coffin yeah
You’ve been steady curving and swerving like scribbling 8's
But I observe there ain't nothing served in

Hell raised God's Son
Wanna do good 
Stressing when I'll see the outcome
A billi' is nothing without ones
Piling up more than I spend it cause I'm