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skipping lines no season pass
My homie tried to cross me cause he thought that I was throwing jabs

Script I don't do no acting I don't never follow Script
I

breathing by surprise
Haven't seen a lot, but I've seen enough, yeah
Through out the seasons
Got way to many reasons
To show you love don't kill my vibe

Got

floor
Wanted by authorities million dollar reward
Don't be trying to come and press up on me I ain't no keyboard
Real hitter team player put and push work

durag)
Peeping tom pointing like who's that? (who's that?)
But showing me teeth give me two daps (two daps)
What is this mess? I cannot breathe
Officer

anyone by your side
I never cheated & I never lied
You've got too much pride
You didn't even care when I cried (no)
Your heart is cold yea it's just like

lies neither 
Move by progession, that failure talk, pay no mind 
I'm out here catchinn' plays, I'm like a wide receiver 
Young jerry rice and bob Parker

grady on a stretcher
These niggas gon' switch like seasons and the weather
I'm reaching the people by combining letters
Roll up till a nigga feel whoozy
I

links to a plug no socket, but these days I don't talk ab that
Back then no notes in my wallet, now I got ten sheets up in cash
I see new Js and I cop it,

To find some Whiskey and a free bitch
That was back in '96
And the fourth that we defeated
While he laid up on the court
I was toasting to this season

the Juice
Pouring the drinks
OJ
Looks kill
Converse bout this link
Back home
I'm beating off brakes
Skirt off
My name Shaunthadon
Baby first off
Don't know

does he really spit bars think so
I just put bars in preference me I just fit bars link flows
Why they tryina put pressure on I like Pixar’s intro

Please please give me a reason to ball out every season
I don't mean to brag but imma genius
Rap just really so convenient
Feelin like Venus Serena

couch potatoe
Sit around like a fixed tom-cat
Watchin' sponge bob and gettin' fat
You used to be my only wish
Now you've been replaced by a satellite dish

GR team! Mikrofón v ruke
Stage diving nemôžeš dobehnuť
Tak niekde bež dať link pozdrav zo Slovenska
Chlapcovi za Atlantikom
Decko dôjde aj s odkusnutým

stay by yourself
Always tryna link and
Time be taken by some randoms
Turn them to your fiends and
They keep tryna tell me
That you're friendly
But I

different places
But we hard from the start
Man I swear to god
Shoutout ones
Who never link
When they said they would
Even ones
When they link
When they never

grandma holiday season
Barefoot Goyamming where
Everybody know a Tom G
You can find me
Playing baseball with a broomstick
In the middle of the street
Jit
I

Party for the Fight to Write

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

over the mat
He lies, but only when there's a reason
Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
Poor at handling and managing income
Got enough

Realized you ain't been answering the text
Baby I know you still fucking with ur ex
And by "fucking" I mean sex
Said I'm special, but you treat me

Theismann got ran through by LT
Your green if its sounding like Pooty Tang
Maybe you don't know the slang
Book of the devil wrote by lawyers
Ill tom sawyer

my side
It's hella Bonnies out here
They just need a Clyde
I see hella hotties out here
But can you be a bride
Had the game plan written down by

ممكن اعرف شو اللي صار

Should we get back and link again?
Should link up your place again?
Sure you missin’ my face again
You know me I’m good with

Yeah I'm ready

Oh yeah

It's leaping season

Man I'm either too fucking busy
Or too busy fucking
Every day I'm taking over
A new city stuntin'
Go

I’make my own cloth "Bih" ima streets Designer

Laid bacc seat Recliner 
On da Lowest I’m the Hottest 
I’m being Modest 
Highly favor by a goddess 
She