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nights 
Bad girl wanna meet up?
Met me on the Coastline 
Rolling up reefer 
Girl you so fine 
She might be a keeper
You know I had please her
Until she had

In a few minutes we'll go to the shop
You'll see every kind of fruit and
You'll be amazed by my apricot

Don't worry baby we're going to the shop

Haven't left my bed in six weeks
Coffee stains all over me, I don't even drink it 
Held in some kind of liminal space
Motoric movement kept next

tempting
Your kind is hard to find
Baby, my blessing no fit pass you by
Eyes stuck on the waist
Comot body, gbess!
Till I'm satisfied
Gyal is amazing, don't

dear
Rest in peace my friend, you'll always be
In my heart, in my thoughts, in my memories.
If I wasn't good friend forgive me please 
 
But now all

on you
Your best bet's out the window
Before the truck runs outta gas
You'll end up dead just like the rest
Cause that's her kind of trash
Lust grows by

in
You always try to find a way
So everybody wins
You always give your very best
You do when no one asks
You know what it means to be kind
Nothing

nah)

Yo big speil and the livest is here (Yeah)
Please don't talk while i drink my beer (Ok)
I'm a say it real clear so you haters can hear (Hear)
We

please, man
Wondered why it never worked
When I was blinded by all the dirt
You tried about a million times
To make me see, you're a different kind
You're

Ay, Marshal on that beat, yeah

Party all night until 9PM
I got a curfew be in bed by 10
I love my mama don't wanna make her sad
Don't cause no drama

smoke pot out of the company truck
I'd buy a ring but I can't afford the bling
That that girl deserves
Can't be short by any means
Stop telling me how

laid
This kind of shit been happening lately starting to drive me crazy
See the standards then I raise these
Chasing rap money until it pays me
Praise be

Evergreen
Cleopatra 7

Vers 1:
So you can tell by
The shimmer of the Christmas balls
If they are gold leaf
Or only plastic after all

Oh and you told

Kryptonite Thang
crtist: D Dumas 
Written by: Douglas J. Dumas and Gracie M. Dews                      


Verse

I'm the kind of man, who don't like

now sometimes on the right time.
Standing there sexy in the queue calling it a fine line.

Hit the nightclub on a weekend with my boys by my side.

see those flowers on you
I see the blood that flows within me
Were two of a kind
I might of lost you but your still with me
So please can I just go back

thirst-aye you should take this with ya
It's living water in the perfect pitcher
For any kind of sipper

It fits any soul(sole) 
It's opposite from the glass

Double Gloucester, may I please
I grate it till my hands go numb
I eat it up until I cum

Orange, yellow, cream or white
I'll eat it up all the day

Frank on the keys y'all
I go by the name of
Well if you listening you know my name
Dude love
Put my whip in auto pilot
Please leave me alone yea
I'm

hand and we won't look back to the past
I ain't took back by the bad, shit happened
I'm still coming back now
We've been moving too fast and I kind

my bed can you come
It's just a little one
Please be mine, cause you're so kind and so fun
(Ahh)
Come inside I wanna dance I wanna hold you tight
(and

grandma and daddy died it ain't been the same

As I walk though the valley of the shadow of death
Lord please protect my soul and give me the strength
I

they some goats
Fell like I'm Hardin I'm doing some scoring
Fell like I'm Jordan I'm one of a kind
I got a bad bitch I put her in line
I don't talk shit

show you something
What else do I need to know
By 7 o'clock tonight we'll be out of the country
And you'll never see us again
Things have been different