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It's like I never see your pretty now
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
complaints and I know you love acting like something you aint (something you aint)
All my ink deadly, my mans said don't drop it
Need blades and the daggers
you a Goldmine (RACKS)
You be getting pretty by the day I know that you a Fine Wine (YOU A DIME BABY)
Look at the way you walk you ain't even gotta
the phone?"
Knock on her door like go inside, nurse Williams sayin', "She ain't home"
Big fifty round tucked by my side, every time I ride, I'm clutchin'
you're here
Laying by my side
Pretty when you smile
Pretty when you cry
I know feelings change
But that don't make it right
When I go to bed
No I can't
ain't fun no more (yeah)
You got nowhere to turn, one day you'll learn
It's what the four by four is for
It's what the four by four is for
Son, it's
be Involved wit it
At 15 I was raw wit it
By the time y'all started rapping I was already bored wit it
Got the respect now my paper needs to scrape
moreee if he was lean
Oh shit so it's like if Dream was purple pretty much
Yeah I guess but it's more like
Michael Afton (also known as Mike
coursing through our veins
They’re my brothers Mr.PaleFace is the name
The William Bonney in my gang
Boy I’m quick to bang
(Hook)
Raised by the wolves
I
Hey pretty lady tell me what chu up to
I Got a pool by the crib, and some blues to thumb through
I ain't doing shit, tell me what chu wan' do
We can
to bagdhad
And minute by minute they go' pull you right in it, you go' end up at clinics because they put you on xinix
But don't you worry I'm back ya
night, night, night
Celebrate tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
Haha, yeah, okay them other clubs ain't
Jumpin', I am bored of it, i'm bored of it
Time for rum and some pirate songs
Oh captain my captain!
Whitman turning in his grave
As he hear this
Crazy mad rhymes slap
Last captain William's
and light it up no stressing nah
With your sweatpants and no make up on
Looking so pretty, pretty
Looking so
Goddamn girl you looking so pretty, pretty
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
pretty and nice, but I took her advice and passed her by
Years have passed and it don't look like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy, the look
What you call pretty, Really ain't even all that pretty
You made your bed, Now you gotta lay in it
Calling my phone but I still didn't get it
Is she
tongue
Ain't seen you in months, now I'm rolling up blunts
'Tryna get high as the sun, smoking on Runtz
You talking 'bout me at lunch, 'bout what it is
again
Just how blind will America be?
(There ain't no telling)
The world is on the edge of it's seat
Defeat on the horizon very surprising
That we all
Them shooters and killers (Oh)
Let's get it, rawest shit you ever seen
This the kerosene self made shit out the
Everglades by the Evergreens
Fuck
and they're prepared to pursue it
Get us then we drills 'em
Having plenty thrills, I'm Wellington New Zealand banging her with a chest like Wendy Williams
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
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