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You hear me
You hear every delicate caress
Telling you I love you
You leave my lips in eloquent silence
Leaving every nerve, atom, cell in my being

the people I love by treating my everyday like it is Christmas
Till the day that I am making a milli I'm stretching a dollar out like its a gymnast
I am not

right in front my mama
She don't even say a word
She just damn near pass out
Fuck around pull more cash out
Told you I was 'gon do it
Moving by faith

on me
Without half a dime at Christmas time
I'm Saint Nickle-less
With a bit of fickle interest
In being unapologetically
The worst version yet of me
If

All the money in the world
Can't make it happen
No miracle can erase it
No lapse can fade it
Earthquake can't shake it
Can't be held under by

loves
But he’s not making enough
His family’s doing it tough
Someone tell me why the worlds run by millionaires
Who only seem to give a fuck about

when me and Luis used to hang out man
Cunt gave me a keyboard for Christmas, goddamn
Feel like the cunt Heath Ledger played in Two Hands
Was in heaven

me stoned by the way she looks
I'm in love with a girl from Lagos
She like bad boys, and I'm Captain Hook
And the way that she bend that body on me

She's bloodthirsty like Dracula, so put your stake in
She FaceTime me naked, her heart's vacant
Drugs thirsty, the love's worthless, above lurkin

Many

the stones of aspen
ICE froze don't get your soul trapped in
All I see is hate, fake love, mass ignorance
Misguidance, emptiness, towns of masked citizens
I

on my hit list 

He acted tuff then he turned to a witness 

Show no love and no forgiveness 

Know that I’m lit but I’m still in them trenches

Put

(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North

February break up with her around February 7th
Your love life will be in shambles but your pockets will be in heaven
If it's Christmas time breakup with her

really am a lit bitch Catch me slayin in and out these lanes like it's Christmas
You mad yo nigga hit my line but he got dismissed.
Made him pay that fee

got some freckles
Water my wrist, it be makin' some puddles
I got a team and we stay in a huddle
My bad for the hustle
Baby, you know I'm not regular
I

know I dive in your deep end,
I’m a sucker kisses, wish I could make you my misses,
Taste of your lips so delicious,
I hope I get you for Christmas

Chamberlain how I post by my goals
I'm in the paint a lot
Still seeing if you can't deny
If these feelings for you were true
And got my friends all calling me

Prodigy
Yeah yeah
Ba jiwa ke bududu, ke a tseba hob'hloko
Lenna ke motho, used to be like you
Your level times 2
Then times that by 2
That makes me brand

Pray for my folks his case is pending yea
We living life like sinners
Came from the bottom that start from beginnings
Washing up in that same place

to catch a body on a winter night
Cold Christmas
Migo peeled the sunroof off the Benz
So we can smoke in it
Peewee rolled it up
He got delulu snorting rocks

our love was bigger
Than our issues and fears
But go to sleep alone now
And still wish you were here
It would've been the baby's 
First Christmas this

[Verse 1]
I come crazy widdit the beats sinkin in it,
These niggaz shook and timid bang just to bin it
living probably zero and rats runnin deniro

her in CC and V's she love that Chanay-nay and love Valentino
Love to get down her knees she giving me brain I know everything she know
Everything she

Why is it normal that we fight
Trying to force what's right
More important is consciousness
Staying true to that life

Even in a hurricane we endure