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at you,
So I’m grabbing my nine
Focused on getting my bands
They comin’ in by the gram
No we ain’t finna throw hands
Been posted in studio
Pouring my heart

that shit is dead 
They say get down and then shoot 
This what they think they head 

He just a black boy 
Who really cares he dies 
She just a black

Trippppplleee eeeeeeeeeee
Triple is a rare disease
Spread by mosquitos
The ancronym stands for
Eastern equine encephalitis
In two thousand ninteen

green out boy you lookin like grass (That’s facts)
Yea I don’t get no ones (No ones)
'Cause I’m counting the blues
Saying I changed well for me that’s

mine
Now that Im high I cant open my eyes
Throw her the keys and I tell her to drive
I don't know why all these boys looked surprised
I done ran up a bag

You say you're gonna take me down to New Orleans
Show this innocent girl something she's never seen
Dance me to a booca ray, benethe the voodoo moon

it out, yeah I know I got it
Tell myself this on the daily, in case that I forgot it
I can always fall back on the music, so I write it
Keeps my brain

Bandz, I run it up now they mad 
I'm getting cash look at these diamonds they dance
Hop in the whip then I dash
I remember back then yeah I was

Thinking she might be the one for me fuck I'm tripping no way
Maybe my bitch just passed me by fuck it I'm ready okay
One look and you know it's me

ex, he's a dork
Yeah, I met you, then I wanted more
Cause you're perfect, ain't no flaws
I see you on the dance floor, you've got my heart in awe
Yeah,

to relax
Stacks been on all mentally like weave and your momma frontal
Niggas thought I been a one and done
Naw Man I'm more a one of one
Do the money dance

whole ah dem I spin dem like a windmill
New talk fi dem Gwarn tella dem we got the skill
Dance cyan nice unless we name pon de bill
And the girls hear

titties out
Flex my muscles like John Cena, these lil boys can't see me now
Back to back hits, made a attitude adjustment when I flooded out my wrist (My

no fame
I see them looking, I'm doing my thing They know to stay in their lane
Stacking my chips up, I'm out the way They cook the beat up, I go insane

Young boy hopping out the whip right now
I swear I'm popping man I'm feeling like the shit right now
The way I'm coming they thought I was from the six

in your eyes girl, just say you wanna fuck
I'm all in your dreams, I'm trying to get up in them guts
You fresh out my dreams, I wanna see you waking up

That’s a No - No, Yah Yah, boy
Saint V, Saint V
Detour, Detour
Chea, that’s a no no, chea
Aint got what it takes that’s a no-no
Creeping with

can get it rockin
But only if u wanna
I've been watching you all nite on the dance floor
Wanna get in back of you something like a jansport
Is that

ever had a Vault full of songs that you ain't like
Try to push them out but inside ain't feeling right
Really only try to do it cause they tell you that

I fight me a clown
Switch on the back of the Glock, shi, shi
Bows get sold by the pound
Niggas be lackin', hop out in traffic with ah drum
You know

believin' that
Leave it to chance
I'll prolly never get the chance again
To hold ya hand, slow dance
Some romantic shit
Boy, ain't nobody told you
Don't ever

then 

Fuck your top 5 boy I'm ahead of them 

Niggas talking but you niggas won't bet up 

Hit your bitch, fuck her once and I dead her

Break her back,

Had to check my self esteem baby
Couldn't really fall into trust
Nothing really what is seems maybe
It ain't diamond for the way it's cut
Shit's

Swang I brought 
Got em on the dance floor
No a gangster don't do dance
Shawty but the swag strong

This is swag song 
Shawty get your swang on 
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