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Losing my faith by the day, discouraging me 
Getting higher than cG and Lavine 

Run a mile so you see what I see
Getting tired everyday a repeat
Flash

avoid the hickeys of the bucktoothed bitties.
Fake Timberlake just to be by Britney.
Smoke that pipe with Whitney.
Shoot that blow with Iggy.
LIB, NYC,

Intro: 

Boy you cook this Keliy

Let me take y'all down memory lane 

First verse: 

Press on press on remember them days I  was head strong 

17 in

(I need a Cha Cha beat boy)

I can only do right by ya
I won't ever go deceive ya
I'd even dye my hair blonde for ya
I can be your Justin Bieber

mode I pop out with that glizzy, hit his head,
No I won't fold And free the ones I miss, that's in that cell
And never told The boys ain't never broke

serving Selena
Serving them tweakers in line by the meter (in line, in line)
Not sorry, no Justin Bieber (skrt skrt)
Ice out the bezel wrist to a freezer

give it to Mall Cop
No one suspect me 'cause I have small cock

They scared, it's bad
Corona virus isn't good
They mad, forty five minutes
I wait here

No Complex

Chino XL

Here to Save You All

1996

circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous

It's ya boy name JC
Yea the flow so hot need AC
I be chillin for a little minute in EB
But now I'm chillin in the clouds when you see me B

Okay I-

(Yarri)
(614ASE)
Gang, ayy, yeah, ayy
On cloud nine, nigga smokin' on Gelato
Take a nigga bitch and give her back, yeah, she a thot ho
Bad

Coolin' with my bruddas we fuckin' on bad bitches they slim like cardi b
Huh
No niggas ain't bargin' me
Shawty flew to cali to get a bbl she on her barbie

Histoire de
C'est juste histoire de voir
Histoire de
Iglo, boy
La samala's bad, gang

Ok, c'est juste histoire de voir
Je raconte l'histoire

a load of peeps to fucking notice me
All I've got is big guns, broken dreams
Bad combination on these ghostly streets
Mad complications so we oversqueeze

just sit and be coy
My shooters out to deploy
Blood up to your knees, boy
It looks like the Red Sea, boy
Huh? Hey! I don't speak your slang
I don't know

clean and crisp
Still hit the notes like Justin Bieber
Still go Slim Shady on a fuckin' track like
A hockey mask and a meat cleaver
Funny thing is, I

We've got live corn for an opp boy, got live corn for the sirens
Armed and dangerous, wicked and bad and violent
Nobody's sliding
Step round there with

to get out

I'm showing you how
Good youths turn foul
Soft kids turn shower
I'm telling you how
Sweet boys turn sour
My mum was around, my dad was

every time
That the beat drop
Too much drip I might need a mop
Keep a stick by the door when
I'm in the trap spot
Opp gettin' popped on the back block

boy cap more than Mitchell and Ness
I just smoked a whole blunt now I need me some sex
I wake up everyday feeling blessed
Not sponsored by Nike but I'm

time is money
Could say I'm stacked with clocks

Don't get your gum stuck
Boy, you needa wreck a check
Done did some dumb stuff
But I ain't got no

Yeah, yeah, yeah
LA leakers, Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk
Let's do it today bro, live from Redbull
Studios in beautiful Santa Monica
 California baby

toes, bitch
I'm stepping 'til my last step
Features five K
Used to have to go and jack cash
If she ain't throwing neck
Then I'm bouncing like a bad check

My team coming like PSG
Your boys coming like PSV
My sound new like a PS5
Whilst them man are outdated like a PS3
Me I got so many tunes
You can

me)
Got all these bad bitches on me (on me)
Shades on, you the only one I see (I see) 
Slim fit in a all white tee (white tee) 

You a tease girl, you