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Turn out the lights
Read them their rights
I got a blood stain on a switchblade knife
I'm tryna get paid by the end of the night
I got a raging motor

To trust humanity I keep it a hundred To the girls stop bringing ya luggage Bringing me shit I ain’t yo husband
I go hard ya better play it smart and play

you fell victim to the worlds decent
Put your ass in drive proceed with your ride
Before your left on the road nick name passer by
Young man you need

satisfied with one plate, bae give me seconds
Dont be embarrassed by a queef its a gift from heaven
Bad bitches be poor as hell, just give me sevens
Laughing

hold some
Hell nah nigga leave me by my lonesome
Where were you, where were you when
I was down and out and no one cared then
I lost my way feeling very

remedies
Hate all your penalties
Yeah I’m goin’ off
Smokin’ cookie got a nigga dozin’ off
Made a hundred get the bag, don’t blow it all
Yeah you say I got

It's dropped 100 degrees
It's cold in here
Tonight my Lord
Oh wow
I’m lost in thought feeling empty
She rarely loved me so gently
This heart is fractured

a bitch
You can get laid on the floor by a jit
100% not a shout of a doubt I'm the hardest out they come with smoke
we can get some gloves and see what them

I can front the bag (how much)
Talking a hundred stacks yeah I can stunt like that
And I'm taking these bitches to school make sure your lunch is

they always come back
Is this reality
Cause if it is I don't want it anymore
You were sticking by me all the time
Maybe you knew what was comin'
Maybe

Look at the smoke from a hundred chimney tops
Listen to music from music in all the coffee shops
Down by the river, a boat is passing through
Carrying

sweats into jogging pants
Document the stamina chances are we are not the same
About to have a hundred dancers tapping toes
All the doubt we’re gonna dead

Okaleczyłem się by sprawdzić czy czuję
I schylam się nad bólem bo on jest prawdziwy
Wspomnienia jak krople drążą we mnie dziury
To co pozwala uciec

if it's the truth
Imma run up a hundred ducking the 1-2
While I'm ducking your bitch she got me sick as flu
Mmm Let me clear my throat
Buy it by

done did a hundred records
I ain’t drop shit
I’m the type that if I got it
I ain’t got shit
My new shit still sounding like it’s hot shit
Got the bitches

the eighties
So slide come and check it out
Come and check it out
Time goes by now I'm missing you
I'm surprised that I fell in love
Its the only reason I ain't

late
And my favorite spots, they all been closed 100 days
Cuz see, the News saying that it's death up in the air
Niggas deaf up in the ear, now we ain't

to win this hand baby
Smokin’ through hundred grams while my feet up in the sand baby
What’s up with your man lately?
Funny how he treat you, best believe

Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Its nine tymes

Facts man Im the pac man of this rap thing
Eat you bastards alive
Til I gain six hundred and some odd

by my stockpile of TECs
So when extortin you consider us the block's IRS
I digress, we the few that'll crush ya
Mapping out a blueprint for power while

And a hundred friends could break your heart
But it is worth trying everything
Or you'll end up with nothing”

Oh tomorrow
Make it up to me
Won't you give me

a genie
Well, baby make your wish
This the big shark, out the trenches
Fuck that little fish
I been working like a lift
Out the gutter, brick by brick
I be

get blinded by these vvs
Pussy niggas hate me i give em the heebie jeebies
Make them niggas dissapear "poof" Houdini

Zaza got me floatin like a genie

got a midnight psyche
Darkness dwells in my melon
(Darkness)
G-O-D, G-O-D
I wanna be right by you, before you decide to take me
If I do not right these