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Drip to hard cuz we grind for these days
Ops get behind us then we put in a race
Pull up in  a foreign I cant wait to see they face
When they see you

shit is easy
Put a mic In my hand and you might be a fan
By the end of the song don't believe me (fine)

But yo bish got my mixtape on repeat
Your

spitting out that pistol
Disagreements what we throwing our fists for
I tell the kids don't do drugs I'm blitzed though
You can call it hypocritical

move let's go vem pular comigo ho na alegria desse song you know that life go's on aproveita a vida you know know know,
 Coro- 
i just wanna be! I just

blud
They're all fakers
Haters hating moving outrageous
I'm dangerous
Gyally on me loving my songs,
Got the stranger thinker I'm famous,

If I was you i

your face cos me blowing up
More fire me a burning and flaming up
Street vybz you a bad have tobring it up

Ghana watch out for me now 
They've been

songs so my angels hear me arrive
Fight as long as I can tryna keep my flesh alive
But deep down inside know I aint afraid to die
At times I get

'bout the land that's loved from near to far

[Chorus]
These songs are singable, the kind that stick
Memories on repeat, in every lyric and lick
From sea

While I hold him in my arms
I can see in his eyes that he is dead
All I wish is for you to rest in peace

I been on a quest that I won't leave it to rest

in LA
Fuck with a real one better watch what ya say You know i hold it down
Travel over seas and took the Maui sound
You know i turn it on
Back up in

so I'm gettin' cozy
You should try it, get to know me
OGs love cause I'm never a phony
All of these girls have left me scarred
I can't cope with

these songs
Won't fuck on my ex
Now she say that I'm wrong
Ain't gotta pretend
Look baby we grown
If you ain't What I'm on
You can get the fuck on
If you

Terminal

Sharon Cuneta

Isn't It Romantic?

2006

a computer on the 19th floor and

You came down the aisle of the bus and you sat by my side 
Shoulder up to shoulder we share that 9 o clock ride 
Oh, my

she making assumptions
Turn on this song and the spot to jumping, uh
Me and your bitch making videos, YouTube
Beating it up and I'm knocking her screws

finish
See the wrong gimmick a part Driven by all Fiction
It's contradiction
You understand the flow is non Tradition
The composition truly ill yo I got

You know I had to get fly, aye 
Know I had to get
I pick you up from the same spot
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Aye, yeah nights starting to get windy sitting by

always tryna get it off me
In His Will for me
Got my book it's written by the author
Dripping to my feet
Like I took a dip inside the water
Go
Go
Go
Like I

Ofn, haaaa
See you tryna Fuck and I'm just tryna tell u I just want sum head
Aww you with yo friend I'm by myself it's a  threesome instead
Bitches

Permanent - the grief make her weak
Still, she need to believe that it won't just repeat

Haunted by the cost, everything she lost
What is gone will live

of God only
Married to the money, it's a holy matrimony
Do this shit by myself, get through it all by my lonely
Except when you know I'm riding round with

a don
3 months clean now I’ll craving the bongs
Will he succeed by making these songs
Better come clean when you taking me on
Better come clean cause it’s

thong, I'm tryna smoke, man, I ain't behind the switch
If your soul ain't real, I see it in you, man, get out my picture
Dope songs, but the swag dope,

wrote a song to sing.
Not because I rocked a harmony so properly that made you follow me.
Obviously, I'm a king by the way I stay on top of things,

we might just run up you get hit
And you don’t know who I be knowin I could surprise you with it 
But this song ain’t bout the violence talk I’m back