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the cutest person on the planet? still you

We're boppin we're boppin
The music ain't neva stoppin
Just like all my zits braes heights is poppin
And i'm lovin

get back up and rake in a bill
Rip out the ATM
I'm takin the till
Flows down pat why they hate on the skill
Just can't stand how dumb dickheads don't

choreography
I'm really out here poppin' shit
Opps ain't never stoppin' shit
Talk about my failures but they quiet when I accomplish shit
When they hear my story

Filled up the bag like bank bank 

Told Lil Wyte this one time, and project pat the same thing 

I can turn two Ls into a W like bang bang 

But Even in

Once again we packing up, ain't this like the fifth move
Living life out of Samsonites, I'm only six, dude
Oxon Hill? Y'all ain't get your proper

that pussy up, now she crying at PETA
Beat that pussy up, now she feeling defeated
Beat her boyfriend up, that's two pussies I beated
Ain't gon' lie, my

Honestly

Chip

League of My Own II

2017

on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front

Bouncer at the door
You ain't gotta pat me
I don't wanna talk much
I just wanna grab 3
Shots to the face
With the shorty Sally
She wanna know
What you

still got my two chains, cause I know I'll fly
You look in any kind of direction, tell me what you see?
Haters be stoppin and starin at me
But hold on,

and say
"yeah he ain't got shit
He's just some fucking white kid
I think he goes by Witt"
And then they listen to my music sayin'
"This the same kid?
This

See everybody talking
But nobody wanna act now
Got her stripping
Shorty taking off her grad gown
Say she love a nigga
When I hit her with the pat

get it)
Yeah, I'm still rockin' that
Ain't no one stoppin' that (Whoa)
If you got somethin' to say then I'm poppin' back
After this drops, there's no

Terrace-Nine
Smoking hot and smoking pot or
You know an alien version
Stylish tops and never stoppin' with Summer
The smothering heat that I'm servin'
Might

Intruder Alert

Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

pistols poppin
Bodies droppin, I'm just dockin
One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin
Yo nigga, you know the drill, gees up
Marcy, where we from niggas don't

I speak
Ain't no stoppin' til' the dreams complete, born to do this shit, see no fatigue
Ex girls on my page tryin' to creep, in the studio all night,

Oh I can't write tight, because I'm white right
We oughta have fight night, yo ass is gettin' sideswiped
By my knuckles yeah they fly right by yo

up, I keep that Drac with me, just like I'm Haitian

My music steady, going up, just look how fast I'm pacing
I'm the first one to that bag, just look

beach
But birds get sold south of 8th street
I'm not saying that I'm street I'm just saying that I'm me
Yo Beleaf!
I hope you never lose sleep
Our music

I'm floating through wilderness
(Uh huh)
While driving through downtown
(Uh huh)
Moving without a sound
(Uh huh)
But bumping my music loud
Is it

and now I’m back at they throats
I was lacking, I ain’t lacking no mo'
I be stacking, I’m familiar with broke
Niggas chattin', gotta stick to the code
I got

with your chest"
And that's from the heart
And as he passed me the torch he just grinned
Claiming, "i aint got no worries 'bout you though...
Or your

should build me a monument 
No there aint no stoppin this im above all the prominence 
Grip the mic its so fatal
Connect the beat like its cable
I throw

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big