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the deal
Grip the bills
Assassinate and kill
Skip the steel
Go pop
Make the weasel's meal
Mother goose with the noose, hang with Jack and Jill
Beetlejuice,

New clothes slipped, In
Told her not, To buy it 
Eating, My food, Welcome to, Your diet
Can you speak, More quiet?
It's, Really not a crisis
Your

the fee

Let the mess begin yeah
Don't deny the feels that rest within ya
I can tell you thirsting like the folk in Kenya
For the freshest mother in

experience this the shit that I know
Can’t let no police bury me go out like Rambo
It get harder and harder
On the deep end feel like we just stuck in

up screaming from 

This room breathes awkward silence
the tension speaks in temperature degrees
it's not just me, you own the knife (so let it go)
you

Maybe it is time to face it
No one in my bed
Well this bottle will replace it
Smoke a little bit
Live a little bit
Don't get me upset
Right now lets

She wants some i dont let your bitch ask
She calls on the low
Cus she wants some more
We fuck on the floor
Then i gotta go
I can tell you aint with it

racks up I expedite my passport
Anxiety all inside while I'm heading to the airport
You try to match my fly I told em go and get your drip up
I can't do

Wait till the toke hit
Bitch tryna smoke it
In the ocean
God is the hostess
We the kingdom
Bitch I don't post it
Let me plan it
Drive till we landed

my lungs (Yeah)
Might just hit the hill and go and ski with the tugs (Yeah)
Snow bunny woman I know they need me for love (Hey)
Enough of that I'm in

to war
Imma keep running errands like I'm still at the store
Feeding false information, but we can't feed the poor
Seen my momma break her back just

the fall
Like the leaves on our way home
All these nights you held me close
Never thought you'd let me go
But this is the last song I'll ever write about you

Once a day
After waking on the moon
I try my best
Not to get caught by her swoon
Those regrets
That I could never let go
Are now gone
I saw them

you a bad bitch, yea yeah
You got the advantage
We go out
You bring your own cash
Miss independent
Damn you so bad
You don't need a man
Yea we know that

and go, I'm trapped in Zathura screaming "Oh no"
Zathura, I adore her
Ain't in no game of ours anymore
Please let this be peaceful, I'm not deceitful
I

me locked or What them boys to drill me
I refuse to let them kill me
I'm strapped up daily
While i beat the block severally i Swear to God
As a young

and wrinkled suit
He slowly puts his hands on the shiny BelAir
While her eyes say move your hands from my door

Red on blues, you'd better change your mind
Red

If writing lyrics turned to a game
I'm gone let my pen play
It's been 10 days and I been working a lot
Always been smart with it stay observing my plot

the city life
And I couldn't even enjoy the conversations that I was having iight
I tried to fight, but Your hand..it just wouldn't let me go
Lil mama was

it's been on my mind
I'ma grind until I catch you
(You, you, you-youuu)

Money, money, money
By the motherfuckin' pound
All these honies gettin' money

in ur car

Im so unavailable from ever feelin that again
And I was well aware she didnt wanna see me win
Its like the sky fallin on her every single

steppin
All my dead friends what I'm reppin

So be looky here my bitch a soldier
And when times get hard I hold her
Cuz me I fuck wit Pepsi
You be stuck

hustling I aint let her know
Daddy died too early on me
I think it forever show
Learned some shit he didn't teach
I still love him forever though
Sunny
Then

bruh go head
Aight bruh
Let me give em some like
I'm still alive
Young nigga could be dead or in jail
Swallow your pride
Being hard ain't worth being in