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These are more of the things that make me - So frustrated! F! R! U! S! T! R! A! T! E! D! These are more of the things that make me - So frustrated! F
swoop up your role dog Cali Swangin' K.J Go way back like heyday Six stray Six 'fo A.F.R.O GoTo --(CHOR)-- TrNSED BY Ruck
slave True hip-hoppers don't crave Silver and gold, we're not amazed We live f-are-e-e If you not into lyrics you can't really hear it nor see me My
on his c-a-ar So f-a-ar, so g-o-ood This is what they call me in the h-o-ood Nigga, I'm the king And I be smoking Welcome to my town And I be
problem? 말 좀 해봐 차라리 내가 문제라면 사라질테니까 What's the f--kin problem? Are u f--kin problem? Oh maybe not,sure right. 항상 내가 나쁘니까 Yes im a villain Always im
T-A-T, ebony dudes Family163, V-F-are Sharp Delta chrome 3YB SUPERKOOL123, K-161 Jive156, 'cause NFC Stay high 149 Mitch 77, L-T-N-S Vade,
niggaz on them cell blocks We gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E You can't fuck with my army My niggaz is untouchable, eatin niggaz like Lunchable .45 be crushin
A rule my parents had, run before banana goes brown That's where the freedom part of F R E E D O M comes If I don't I know my ass is getting blown
Got to log in, try to log in, try to log Hit it , hit it , hit it F t r v e, v, t, a, b, n. m,p,u,o, e, d, s, a, f, g,r If two, six, seven, eight,
I need you I need your smile to keep me okay Yeah sometimes I wonder but I ain’t no stevie Don’t wanna be just F.R.I.E.N.D.S like that show you watch
and then smacking you wit it You act like you're living the life of a saint But your actions they fib you just acting it n**** Who the f*** are you
chilling in the corner smoking on marijuana Thinking do I really wanna hit this right now Please save me God's child F R double E I can't kid and play Boy
Yeah Been a while since I did one of these Yeah F-R-A to the Z-E-R Yeah Woah, yeah My mind’s gone virtual This social media thing is negative It’s
Fuck next I got now running with the same set That I told you niggas you ain't fucking with, who are we? WeTheFresh Yeah F.R.E.S.H. Gang And you ain't up
militant Throwing out opinions like we equivalent Using my name tryna build yo buzz like a stimulant Aht aht, F.R.E.S.H. Gang bitch Keep shooters
to the bag Got all the shit that she got on her own She don't got F.R.I.E.N.D.S but she love the Vlone Smoke out the pound and reup on her own Roll up my blunt
it Tell me what you know about me (Huh) F.R.E.A.K that’s me (that’s me) Ima bend it over, put this ass in your face Ima make it wiggle then ask how it
and wouldn't wanna be ya This ain't OVO, no free smoke We go toe to toe, if you do-see-do We at the top, you too short, F-R-O-D-O Cream of the crop, top
ESTÁS PERTO Pai eu quero | conhece-lo Cada dia | te encontrar Mesmo fraco | reconheço Quem eu sou e quem tu és [ R E F R Ã O] Tú é digno, Santo,
it is a chore Why the f** are you here 20 years wanna be rapper It didn’t happen then not now you are doing things backwards You are a living fool, 10
back to that vill Now they got on street lights I ain't the type of guy to look for a fight But shit i'll throw hands with a mother f'r If i'm in
This the F-R-A-N-C-H-I-S-E I be throwing shade like we in the dark (Skeet) Ya’ll keep throwing shit hope it sticks playing darts (Doo doo) Play your
mon v tes m c C'est f r à l'antenne Maman ma grisantemme Le flow je déblatére, tu raconte pas ta vie J'ai pas ton Time t'es gâté Je peux pas rester
f"r Cr"zy how Iʼm surrounded feeling so isol"ted Pe"ceful kind" st"te of mind, Iʼm tryn" find my w"y in Pl"ying " p"rt whenever I think Iʼm being myself
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