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Intro: Craigy T
Yeah! Gangsta ting, ribidy bibidy bibidy bibidy bomb skang
T dot O dot K, original kint pon, hear mi now
Boom! Gangsta nuh pet nah

leave her like a comment Hey
Barbershop, you better cut it, haltertop
I'm out of this world, I'm a cosmonaught
Hold your applause dot dot dot
Cause they

the dots
If I could lift you up or take it back, I would
But would you still mistake me for the hell I was making?
Cause I don't want to go to heaven in

it's there then imma get it
Red dot probably spot and drop
A nigga fucking with me
Fuck em

I come from pain and I'm riding with what's his name
I hoop

Man a get chopped in chef like ?
Red dot, head shot man a let lead off
My gang yeah bring the knife with them
Watch free all my guys in the pen
Man

I got no love for the ops
Want em all up in the box
Head shots red dots
Keep drilling i don't stop
I got no love for my opps
I got no love for

man)
They can hit shots on you, three dots on you 
Like I'm not done typing
Send it
That's one way to get ended
Tryna go viral hit you with a whole

Whoever she is I should look her up
Wish her well give her all my love
I wanna write it all down cross the T's dot the I's with a heart
And send your ex

poppin dats off top YOP
 She loving the scent in my car YOP, Inviting me over a lot YOP
 Seducing me to give her cock YOP
After dat DOT DOT DOT (period Vc

hoes han pimper wacke rappere han crusher
Unge Beezy er the shit lille bitch men ikke shiten som du flusher
O dot R dot A dot jepp du vet hvordan det

moon

Lèspri an mwen menm ja pati

Konsi i ni dòt moun

An détèwminé dè nati pou jwenn on dòt bout

Pou fanmi la ki ja pati sèvi mwen on dòt kou



Sèvi

the dots 
You were meant to suffer on your own

Death could provide a cure
    
Cosmos :  
Here is the collage diner where the young bloods feast
In

it up,  I ain’t tripping
When the Dot dot dot connect

I been running for myself smiling for the cheese
Wanna slow it down smoking lebanese yeah
But it

Hitting licks Slanging dots just  to make an Escape 
Seen bare trauma I made many mistakes 
Now I write it in my bars nd go Nd slap it on tapes 


Only

black tops

Then your town and my town sounds like the same town
No matter what town you're from
No matter where you were born and raised, them map dots

ain't losin'
Glock, red dot, lil' yacht but we cruisin'
Big truckload, samе hood, but we movin'
(Fuck)

She can tell I'm official
Shе can smell that you

G dots clartin', dot dots barkin'
So don't get hit tryna slide thru'
Whoosh, fire two (Gang)
If you talk that talk let me fire you (Bow)

Back your

the field where I get shit done (Bow)
They know what the mandem's on
They know what the mandem's done (Facts)
Two dots out, that's two shotguns
One is for

and I do not get caught
She say I'm handsome, I get that a lot
Look at his face and you see a red dot
We just hit Lenox, don't know what to cop
He keep

for the jeans
Man's wearin' but, they know what I got
Whoosh, what? Your belly got shot
Back this and three these shots
Bang that dot,  make man body

the part where I hopped out the spot
Like what's to his forehead it got a red dot

Yeah, I was serving the fiens
Money counter yeah, that bitch still beep
I

knew that
Who's that hometown team on your ball cap?
Must be where they talk with a drawl say y'all at
You say it's just a little bitty dot on a map

angang'babza namhlanje
Lovey got the Hong dot
Hayi wena maan k'sayikati eHong dot-dot
Jele viye, jele on dope

Hayi wena yoh
Samniki-liki sambo
I-speaker side'

tell ya

Sometimes we got smokin' guns
Rock 'n' roll whips
Sometimes we got lemon twist lips
Sometimes we like circles and dots
Sometimes we like love we