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he telling you lies
Huh
Running his hands through my thighs
Yeah I'm spoiled nigga  I want it he buys
Uh

Let the shit go I'm on a roll
Ice on my neck

the static, he want all the smoke
And my nigga B-Bags hands are too fast
I swear to god you won’t know what hit you
Niggas got the mindset to ask me “P why you

and heal
And how you miss it puzzled me but take it as amphetamine
To these whores I ain't got the cape, I'm colder than the town
Like a drape, see you when

and heal
And how you miss it puzzled me but take it as amphetamine
To these whores I ain't got the cape, I'm colder than the town
Like a drape, see you when

phonies's like its ring Around the rosy
Till they all fall down

Who want smoke
I’ll take em all out one by one
Imma piss u rappers off now just for fun
Ya’ll

shake
ones close to me don't have to wait
For loyalty as we Elevate
We the ones gone be running the race
Everyone gotta keep up pace
need to eat and need

Bumping on that Clipse, I'm the Pusha want an eighth or more?
Now we headlining, me and Jaepy about to take a tour
Remember days when we opened up like some

i say fuck you and your bean pies?
and no, i don't want no final call
i smoke skunk and still say man to all
cause i'm the butcher, the baker,

to me
If you talking bout beef
Then I'm bringing the regiment
Nigga you pussy to me
And I find you're defined by 
Your levels of estrogen
I'm giving no

mo guns in the safe
I aint worried bout jail time or a case
Either you or me ill be damned my family at my wake
Want all the smoke like a nigga out

a Trackhawk, not a straight Jeep
Rockabye the baby (Skrrt)
I don't want no chicken, bitch
Give me the steak, Please
(Let's go, think I'm playin'?)
When this shit

think I'm pretty?" she asked
"Yes, of course, but there's something else
There's more than your looks"
"People are always accusing me
Of being pretty do

want a inside joke
Yeah, every year Nick's party people be so horny
I look behind me and I saw a fucking orgy
It was in the bathroom she said can you

around the fucking map
Fkr the camp
I stamp
Yall gon understand
Sometimes its like
I dribble universes
In my hand
Like blue or red pill
Pick and choose
Who


Better understand that 
I’m bossing 
Don’t like that hand that you’re dealt 
Then throw your cards in 
I’ll turn the world to a ship
And go to mars

I'm in the hot seat
Popping the bub while you knocking them up
I tell her hop in the
Truck with your thick thighs, big butt
Let me slide in your Creez,

time, it's the last time
That I'll ever get, I'll ever get to

Baby, we can get away
Trade the east coast for the west coast summer
Take me by the hand

your thang, go and get off Buck
Them crackers had you locked up in chains
For a minute we thought we lost Buck
I've been right here by them bands, bitch

homie
She turned to put it on me
And she did it so sexually
Ass so smooth
And it's feelin' like she's sexin' me
My hand on her hips
And I got no plans

got it off my chest so tell me what you think like baby what you think
You said you keep your thoughts inside and that's by every means
But boy I like

To get me feeling groovy, a state of utter bliss 
When I die, I want a gold tomb with some hieroglyphs
So I can boast to my ghost friends, come and admire

one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds

to myself
They fuck with me that ain't gone help,
I had that thang on me, riding looking for em, but damnit that n'gga got saved by the bell 
I uprooted my

Kalgoorlie to Bondi
Working every single second in the Hot sun
And It's never tools down til the job's done
And I know first hand that it's not fun
But this