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up that kill (I'm tryna oversmoke)
Word to Mr willie Nelson
(Now tell me what's a weed head overdose)
I'll wait (Let me know) i got the flow
(But I

That nigga just mad he got his heart broke by a thot
Honestly I never cared
If I stepped in the mix, I don't think it would be fair
That's why I named

I'm never going out fucking sad
Lil bad bitch yes I hadda beat her back 
She a trophy so I put her back up on the rack
Smoking on the pack this

at all
Oh yea it's not so bad
It's not so bad at all
Dear Mr.GrimReaper
Can you hear me out
I know you got some
Extra room in hell
But can you leave me out

Tumble out of bed, dizzy in the head
Seemed a little upset, when you came home alone
Mumble a reply, followed by a lie
Then I wonder why, as if I

TNT
She wanna get loud, might book us a B&B
I'm loving her energy
Mr. Carter, I know I'm that lil' mama feeling me
I beat her in all three
Running for

darker



Bitch I'm bringing the sprinks where the fuck is the grabba
Mix it wit deads got this shit a lil hotter
Said he crashin da jet  oh wrd
Make him

Made Mauri Belt

They Call Me Mr. B-c-D-Dot-B-O-Y, Yea
Heart Breaker, Hip Shaker, I'm c Wise Guy
I Travel To The Chi, Just To Get c Pizza Pie
Low-key In

done then come over, baby you know I'm gon roll up
Don't be a vibe killer baby look, keep it on the low and play by the book
Don't be stressing me when

low
I know niggas wishin' and switchin' them roles
Can't fill in my shoes, boy, stay in your clothes

And please don't call me by my government
We are

Bitch we leaving 'em shook
Yes I'm a skinny nigga but
I'll still beat yo' ass cause lil' bitch
I'm Kareem wit' the hook ('reem wit the hook)
Spazz

laters[00:33.85]Lil' bitch fine, but I can't date her, cause she a hoe and I can't save her[00:37.13]I do it by myself, cause I don't like to owe no niggas

You boys actin' out, not for the dramatics
I'm the sum of all my parts
It's mathematics where you been? on the low
Thanks for asking
Truth, we was in

LBeats
Icy Boy
Big Tray
Big Lay
You already know how we coming
It's Icy Boy
You know I don't play though
Spin around like a tornado
Two by two I say

get with me I know by ya hook'n
Most of these bitches dat stay on da internet askin' for money i know they just hookin'
Keep dat lil pussy
Proly be

ashamed cause I know it’s fat 
So let me touch it
Or should I just walk by and brush it
I’m tryna get a squeeze like a bottle of mustard 
And I want yo

like Nike on a music ting
Lil Tecca, I ain't talkin' "Ransom"
Stay juggin', I'm way too lit
When I spit, they'll pay for my bars like ransom
Sono

Leavin' the worst of my worth
I must love my soul
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Days go by
Pay no mind
To the people that wanna see me dead and gone
Waste no

shot tryna get a lil loose
Late nights in the Stu y'all still hit snooze
Work work work ion take no breaks
Big bank by the case only money I chase
Like

Niggas couldn't ride my wave if they bought a brand new boat
I was born in Hartford, right there by the coast
I be creeping in that black Spyder

Driving up the highway 
Listen to you talk cuz i dont wanna miss a thing
Found pictures of lil miss thang
Now you wanna mrs up on my name
Now you

stay good to go
Some people say that I'm closed
How could I open my doors
When I always came thru
Four by four off of the road
And offered the most
I

When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found

to Rome, so exotic (Damn)
Livin' in the countryside, a lil' cottage (Ouff)
Paid by these songs, the cash, all the profit (Cash)
Now I'm feeling like, I got