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like I'm on next
I don't do no dances for promo and I don't flex, nah
Got a lot to brag about tho
Mouth closed if you fuckin' wit' me, ain't no clout

September
So please do not come at the bro
Stick the groupies for after ya shows
You only fans to the women thats movin around and sleepin with all of ya bros

The farces of our living being dictated by business
Too obsessed with our dreams, too aware of the cliches
There's way too many memes, frappuccinos, free beat

to the table, ya trestle

No you don't

Thinking you will? You will and you won't
Only care bout real, if it's there on your phone
But that type of life I'll

that gone go for bat
Boy I'm straight out the gutter you noticed that
Walked in your spot like it's owned by my mother
I do what I want when I'm sober no

you hear my flow
When I walk in the room all you can do is stare
I got you tongue tied, ‘cause I got great hair
I’m the kind of girl that you want

he be runnin' bands
Chopper make a nigga do the running man
Gucci's on my feet and you niggas wearing fuckin' Vans mm

Ooh
Get this lil' nigga

the hex on me, got me in a damn trance
Drugged out on the floor, watching me do my fucking dance
It's the last day, at the campsite
Said they looking for

I know what you wanna do
Let's make a move
We can take it to my room
I'm all up on you
Cause ya hot like Cajun
I swear it's so amazing
Our heartbeats

where the beat?"
(Check one)
(Do that)
Maybe try to move rap with loose chapped
That speaking of smoothin' a goose trap
I just might go hooping with

step
It'll be 4 down if I go on a drive
Oops be scared we kno where they hide
Pop out the cut with that fire
I do it for DMAN u kno ima slide
Hop out

there 
You know we finna blow 
We finna blow like cyanide 
But im a do it like this for them 
You know what im sayn  
Cause they don't know about me 
They

the bean I’m a whole bastard
Make it rain on ‘em like a stormcaster
I might flush your castle
I might rush your casa
I might hit your homie I might pop ya

think I'm finna pull up with some gold teeth
But ya know me
Ya know me
Ya know me
The old me?
Lost in the dark, heartless I walk, cuz I'm not blessed
I

top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth

Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by

different day then we do it again huh
What you mother fuckers waitin on
We millions up stand strong
Take the money word is bond
Fuck ya rules you playin wrong

Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings (no sir)
Do that lil slide, chop it up like zucchini
Oh oh (chop, chop, chop)

Beaucoup bucks, foreign

the scoreboard
Do we even gotta question?
Farming HK's, ya, this is my obsession
My spirit beast has a nasty bite
Like Britney babysitting
It'll leave a thick

feeling like Jordan
And all this motherfucking horse power in this whip
Young nigga feeling like Lauren
Do my dance on that bitch
No Gangnam style
Laugh

(Neville Staple)
Original Rude Boi taking ya down to the party!
Turn up the music. You know why? Cuz it’s party time

(Jared Dylan)
It’s going down.

I'm not for everybody but i am what i is
I jam with my hits, cus how else they gon dance with the kid
Beat the beats red til they holding hammer

tank
Coochie coo lil Pump
Don't wanna know what I'd do
To your gucci gang donald Trump
What can I say that hasn't been said?
I'm all stumped
Like when

this gucci no checking the price
I been in this shit you just earning your stripes
Never need your opinion i do what i like
I schemed one your bitch she