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and rippin it on tracks
That's bad
I don't give a fuck about class
I just wanna make mad racks
No cap
Fact of the matter is that I'm in it no laughter
I be

understand
For several weeks was by your side that was until you got a man
Double teaming with my ex
But claim adult yea no you can’t
This right here’s

Okay, here's another track that
Don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my shit
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how

and help me get it back on track

Tell me how you did it, tell me how you got through
The bad parts of life that are challengin' you
'Cause I'm so lost,

(Aye)
(Graww)
(Aye)
(Graww)
(Graww)
I'ma just keep on
Runnin' it up
Like track meet
Stackin' it up like Tetris
(Stack that shit up)
Im in key west

Ho-Hold on Tae Retro

I could paint a picture with my lyrics
Word to Mona Lisa
Kill tracks,  Retro like a rapping
Grim Reaper (Retro)
Nigga said he

(Ohhh)
I wake it up bam
Never been the same
And I'm like damn
They just put me on a plane
Now I feel like Post Malone
When I'm singing on the track

don't really take much to love
You can love somebody just by being attached
See loyalty is an action
You can love or hate me and still have my back
No

wants some sheets or some covers
Or at least get a bed
Good woman by his side or
At least get some head
That old shit in your mind, ahh, sucky, sucky
Got

forgotten
I never want to forget you
And keeping track of the stones helps me through (stones that I threw)

All of that time went by
And when I lost you I

LSU i hit hard, so tell the
Doctor print the CAT scans, fool
I reckon you want to see
How bad I'm wreckin' it
I reckon mud tracks runnin' through

By hating on hype, hahaha
You shit talk the big dawgs
We privately hear it
But we publicly ignore y'all
It's not 'cause we fear it (What?)
It's 'cause

Burgundy to Reisling
Flash false flag when I draw the gun
You jump the line like a track-start run
Too fast for you, my Young Son
You faker than blue-tipped

the kinda
Guy that I despise

Saying things without a motive
Like killing fools without
A notice, you a maniac for doing that
You gotta lose em in your tracks

gone by the morning
Bitch I been steady performing
All of this pape can't ignore it
Jump in the house like I'm Jordan
I can not fucking relax
Up in yo

children like Phillip Rivers
I meet her at the Mondrian, hit it, she buy me dinner
Catch you slippin' at the titty bar, hypnotized by a stripper
My lettuce

running tracks I ain't a jogger just turn the beat up
I took her home watched her undress she gone off of three cups
She sucked my dick damn she got good

track of time
Wasn't made to make sense
I gave that up back then
It was tried now we can understand
Who we are
Days go on without me
When we lose track

better when im gettin on the track, yeah

Walau jalan hidup tak semudah ku memilih menu
Kulewati semua meski cuma buatku jenuh
My mind keep on racin ain’t

track to the days
When I wasn't getting pain
Now every night I'm getting laid
By an un paid maid
In the shade in the Everglades
In a suede tank top

is down

I'm walking down that path
It's a treacherous way
Yeah I'm walking down that path
It's a treacherous way
Well I hope I can get down
By the end

a bar
Instead of modeling for likes you'd be laughing by now
Instead of struggling to write 1 measly track
Clearly you got to have some trouble to make

again

Can I just say that it's you I like
Your pretty eyes they shine so bright
So have you played
I love it more than any child
By that I mean you're

Fuck what you say 

I'm dead anyway 

Come track these cuts 

It be too late 

 

Ride round town where the spot at Bridge look good where my heart