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knots yea turn me up
Bitch I'm hot yeah turn me up
Scratch the lot yeah burn it up
Big Moon rock I light it up
Got big knots I'm counting up
Chasing that

When you're on fire they tell you don't burn bridges
Just let it marinate like wait a minute pause
When the bag weighs different yawl it's really all

tell i need serotonin
From the way that i show emotion
Crash & burn now lets cause commotion
Up in flames ignite the explosion
Sometimes i think about

Drive off And bag doesn't have Putters
Forgot to cross my T
What I come home to
Zeroe off the effort
What the loving do
She never miss
Attendance Shoe
She

is Beverly Hills
Bruh I'm trying to get fat
Holler at some bad ones
Then burn a couple racks
Act like I'm famous
Pretend I'm upper class
Because no

a Flint nigga, they'n seen nothing like it
Swear to God this a banger nigga, and ain even write it
Told my young dog to burn a nigga, and he grabbed

Get with it or keep it micro
Now or never I'm not tryna pressure you for a light bulb
For sparks between us that might burn
When you came here for

bag if you asking where I been
I been in a place where they will never let you in
Had to switch from dancehall to the rap when I was 10
I just wonder

only giving me the games
Everyday Anyways Yeah
I been in my bag for some days
These niggas lost in the sauce
I jus let it marinate
I don't see any hate

equal plain to see we couldn't match
And they look at me I'm crazy if I'm all up in my bag
Situations they done changed me I'm stilling healin from

Slinking like a cat through a back alley
Mad in the rad valley
Coming up short, let me retort, I'm fad savvy
Listen to the heart beat burn a hole

fuck in the pantry
I drop her off casually, she sit in the backseat
Ain't finna at me, or ill have to off her
Her old nigga I swear he a stalker
Burn him

shirt
Rolled a dirty stick
Kicked it with my people, sure
On a bag grind
Delete you or we equal, brr!
Excuse the mess
Jus some bed head, I slept sound

grinding relentless
Catch a pack then I slide through the trenches
I be dolo ain't sliding with niggas
My mind on a bag I ain't vibing with bitches
Cause

Type of dick that she can brag on
Styling I get a bag from
Wilding cause I ain't never seen another
Gong this off
Most of you rappers too soft
How is you

final destiny
Gaining such power devour the cowards who scatter the pattern
Burn em all up with a mothafucking lantern
I'm against witch crafters
Fuck

clutches, where the smell of flesh burns redundant

But now I'm working at the matinee seeing talent at display hoping that my art will reach that part

Emi idan casanova
Emi idan casanova

I dey burn my Lung every night everyday
I have been alone in the shady room of pain
Doc told me to stop but I can't

hope
Now none of you bums is calling me broke
Need you take that fiat grab a match
let it burn like gonorrhea wanna see ya stackin sats stackin sats

Man

pocket full of herbs, i inhale n feel the burn
Realign and reaffirm put in work do not disturb
I put the bag on the block empty a mag in an cop

problems to battle
Without a brand new bag she won't settle
Break it down
Break it down
Bought a pound call a bitch to break it down
Can't count
Can't count

famous
But lil shawty about the gang
I'll be workin til got enough where money ain't a thing
Talking duffel bags of money
Just throwin it down the drain

the corpse up from the underworld
Your soul is mine, let my body burn
Breaking your back
I'mma go black
Dead in the bag, cut up
It ain't the last one, nah

chill
Please
When it's drama I'm in a different bag
Much as I love momma she ain't even get a pass
I've learned when it's
A matter of peace the people