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You know shawty seeing red he gon get out his mind when he touch that baby drac
I just hit a jug and broke bread wit the bros lil nigga if ya cant break

day
Maybe it's this Sunday
You and I we've got it all
You know I'll never go away
Baby, there's no rush
Cause this love is full of truth
Cause of you

Fly out this world
Hop over the moon
Move through the stars
And blast the morning son
Cuz baby I'm the one
And it's about time that I shine so bright

wanted the dick, I said "Sorry bitch there was a freak in the line", this can never be free (Nigga, okay, just be for real)
Next in line, number

(Ain't no shade by the way)

Took you 10 minutes to make my ass
30 years and 5 months just to find yo ass
As a youngan My life was dumb bummie

like 1, 2, 3
I'll be there to ensure that all your burdens lift
I'll never sugar coat it
I know I murdered this
Ba dada ba dada
Record labels in my

for a second
Bet you look good no make up yeah
Baby this not no world wonder
But look at your view
And you got me
Mesmerized
By your groove
How you

I'd ask God why I'm still here
Now I see the picture like HD-4K clear
I feel OK here
My life gone be so different by this time next year
Just sip water

tells 'em "hit the road"
Girls fire up their moves but she gon'
Tell em' to go home
There isn't anybody who can even come close
She's takin' this night

Mouth so wet, throat baby
Wonder do my kids still live there
Take that D, Megan knees make that cat go big purr
Skinny girls ain't no fun slim thick

the meantime
(Ha, Yeah)
You hurting right now but you'll be fine
I keep it a hundred, done with these bitches that frontin'
Wanna fuck she is not running
I

czas,
Fuck them opps, double guap, calm as buddha
Ciężko pracuje, by mieć legacy jak Weezy Baby,
Za Twoją zwrotę mogę dać Ci tylko 50 baby,
I tak

nowadays I don't give a damn
Between you and your tendencies, can't be the middle man
And now you wanna run back boo
Now that there's no one to come back

(Yea, just right there)
I'm done with writing love songs
'Cause every songs a love song
When it's 'bout you
When it's 'bout you
I'm done with writing love

peak higher than your plane

I get high, I be on it
To infinity and beyond bitch
I'm tryna take a selfie with a comet
And I know I'm a weirdo so there is

is surrounded by demons Heart cold and it's turning ice like the winter season Sorry baby I told you 
I got my reasons Fuck what you talking bout you

really starts get to me
When I'm tryna cope them Ferrari keys
Bare fake people out there, so I been through like a bag of those
Only reason I ain't got

grade a
I told you from the jump that I got you
And I ain't gone mess it up by being rude
I told you everything I told the truth
But you the one that said

will be fine
Cause baby you're fine
The way you drop it down
After drop of a dye
You know you are a dime
And you pay them no mind
Girl, could you be

shit on a daily sge my gang on step 
Right or wrong my niggas be there 
Hit from the back while Im pulling her hair 
He watching his tone he Ain taking

the past, yeah, you are forgotten, cuz
Nigga is a nanny, mix the whites with the cottons, cuz
Nigga, this some pimpin', have a baby by your bottom, cuz

When I'm out it's a rare occasion
Smoking on deadly on vacation
Hair braided up by some Haitians
Fit fitted bad bitch by my waist band
And my dollars

Produced by Nurelle, so, this song should do well
The Passion Mixtape (Friki friki friki fricki Guess Who's Back)
Clap Your Hands
If you feeling this

at a bar I got a strap in
See me standing by a car that mean the bag in
Plug kill for me be advised dont try
Smooth criminal with annie michael jackson