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Certain times I don't give a damn
Opportunities to serve the fiends, they pull up I tell em scram
Hella mad, posted with my baby boo
Chillin' under

was I?
Now i ain't scared to die
Thinkin' bout' death and how am
I prepared for mine
Bury me a g, when they put me in the sky
My heart bleeds
Every time

This my last song I’ll write about you
I care less and less the more time without you
Not that you were wrong, I’m just right without you
Tell me how’s

up ima say it keep my haters devastated
Like this girl I never dated playin' games I never played it
Wants my heart but ima save it she's way

I'll end my night with some head or some tail like a coin toss
Take his blick, give em one without the pen, I have to throw em off
I can't lie, bro, I'm

Saint Nick ain't give me the shit I wanted,

I'll turn the faucet on and dip him in when the temp is a hundred,

If he ain't dead, then I ain't done yet,

8:46 i look thru the list 
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in

Ban Drill

Krept & Konan

Ban Drill

2019

of the gear
Got nicked, went jail, but I'll be out in a year
When I came out of jail, all my friends had beef
So I guess I'm involved, that's the rule

Enemy encounter me, I'll finish this
Hit on perfect timing, I don't ever miss
They be asking me about my level up
Told 'em, it's a different experience

Yo

Yo what do they know 'bout heartache?
Heartache
How much more can my heart take?
How much P can my bars make?
I see fuckery and don't

done lost my mind, geeking off the meds
This ain't what I wanted
Give 'em what they want instead
I don't wanna talk now
It's a total lockdown
Bitch, who

don't fuck with no ritas
I got two stripes on my bands I ain't talkin adidas
You would think we ain't her type by the way that she treat us
They like we

to get up and beat my heart

Modeliste: What's something on your bucket
List that you would
Love to accomplish in the next five years?

MGK: On my "fuck

you not dumb enough to show him to my baby
Cuz imma have to smoke him
Finish quick, he just an eighthy
I see you smiling at your phone
And I know I

(Sku-du-du-du-du-du)

All o' my dogs are grown, none of them rep two digits
Let a man try at this show, I'll be, I'm there in two minutes
Lick a man down on my own,

him
If I ain't better my Baretta will send lead into him
Friend or foe never know till the moment that it's too late
Then you find they're two faced,

Kiera shot Kyle in his shoulder and his hand
Shiro told him straight, look I'll finish you off
Unless you give up all your cash, everything that you got

dis weed got me guessin' yeah
I gotta give a confession i really be smokin' cause niggas be stressin
Or maybe im paranoid tryna fill the void where my

All-American Boy

Steve Grand

All-American Boy

2015

Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskey 
I find him by the fire while his girl was getting friskey, ohh 
I say we go this road tonight 

He smiles, his

by
Invite her in, with our family
Cause once I realize now, that could be my mother
If one time, unfortunate events took our families out combined
She

it's finna blow
In the streets nigga yeah my heart be cold
Ion fuck wit' Slick cause that nigga told
Ion fuck wit' Nick cause that nigga fold
These

cotton
I'm plotting on the dirty bitches from Compton
Hoppin' in, my dick flopping in the wind

Give it back to Traiton again
I'm fucked up on the gin
I'm

'fore the show ends
I put my pride aside and try to make amends
I no longer sob
Before I fall down
I give 100 tries
You can try and doubt it
I don't cry

Rick James

Murs

Felt: A Tribute to Christina Ricci

grabbed him by the coat

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Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that

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