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some brothers, we were ready to reach
With a mic and a track, we was ready to preach
Nothing too deep, nothing too deep
A bunch of Justin Timberlakes

voom
Sing, sing, voom voom
Acha kusumbua macho zoom zoom
Speaker boom boom
Weka gear,weka gear,voom,voom

Boy you no bad, you just fake it
Me no care if

Just don't lie to me
Seen lot of friends turn to enemies
Bad energy
Stay away from me
Don't you
Sleep on me hey
Be a believer
Justin Bieber
Teenage fever

from a place of love,
Then It stems from hate /
And I dont want no regrets
On things that I didnÕt get 2 say /
So here we areÉ..
Just Wanna start by

on my side
Scheme team! Get em
Pendo, killed the beat
Man, I thought I lost it till I came down to Valdosta
And my boy Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got

call it millennials
Go get sum racks what i'm finna do
Worried bout me boy you pitiful
Lucky my pit is full
We gone make room by the end tho
Blowing ya

on
VIP booths, she's mine if I want

Wheeler, dealer
What's good, geezer?
Five-star food in a Fila
Pull up with Bad Boy Chiller in a Beamer
We got

the bottle
So he moved like an engine stuck in full throttle
And I can see now he just wanted to fly
The adrenaline hit was just his way to get high

Justin

the Sommervilles.
Shout out Timmy Bone for always keeping it steezy. I'm rapping on the beat really bad, but I make it look easy!

My name ain't Titus, but we gonna

switch
Like Justin said, cry a river, build a bridge, get over it
They ain't built like me, they aint real like me
Told that bitch to walk in my shoes, now

(TSB)

You're from around town innit?
Oh, you with dem man innit?
Oh, you're a bad man, wicked?
Oh, you be new here zii me? Eh, eh-eh
You're

BAD BITCH 
Written By: Mariana Velletto, Krunkadelic, Justin Erinn, 
Music By: Blu2th Billy Moss 

Oh she all up in her bag now, she get it
Try

ya stuck
Ima jus keep flowin, ima keep showin that none of this made up
All these hoes the same, that’s why 27zodeine don’t show em love
You live by

I don't know
I keep tellin' you I don't know
I keep tellin' you I don't know
Now you cry me a river, I'm feelin' like Justin
I know niggas get

want the office space, tryna boss up, then I'm buy the building
I be round some niggas who push weight and do a lot of killing
I've been crossed by hella

that nigga talk that talk cause I ain't scared to face shit
Did this shit all by himself that shit don't even make sense
Hot boy, hot boy, I can hear

(Verse 1) (Who TF is Justin Time?) 
Swerving on them haters like a pothole 
Known to keep jumping like a mother fucking rock show 
Drippin when I walk boy

this WWE
My bitch is bad now, love when she saying "I love you" to me

Let's run it back now, I'm steady moving quiet but my tracks loud
He said that he

finished 4 liters
Hit and gave her to my bro cuz she a certified eater
That's my hoe she say she love the boy regardless how I treat her
Left her ex cuz he

head so you know They gon slide boy and you better Be ready
You ain't hear it coming we Moving in silence like the
H in spaghetti
I'm in her dreams

And they tell me I'm not in love 
But your way to bad lil baby to be messing with a scrub 

Yea she venting on her story 
And Ima do a song with Justin Rarri

done switched it up
All my exes doin bad
Because I'm Mr. Get it done
Srt or Cadillac I don't know what's my favorite one
This bitch call me baby I said

cause my face in it 
So let’s just back it up, you been acting up
This a million dollar feature, boy don’t pass it up 
And we gonna rack it up, and make

Kicking back we got no worries just having fun
Big boy I gotta stack all these honey buns
Shitting on em on the daily , dont got the runs
Guala guala