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all your charmers

Call it a shot from a motherfuckin' burner
One-eyed, punch it like Pop fuckin' Warner
If you a queen, better not call me no drama

Khalas

R.A.

7 Days

2017

half eight
Man talkin' bout beefin
All I see is man tweeting
Ting from Kilburn said she want children
So you better get on your knees then
Them man

droppin', the 6 was poppin'
By looking at me couldn't tell all of
Proper, preparation, prevents, poor, performance, that's just a little bit
That star ain't

Never had much, but enough just to get us by
Dragged through the mud, but it made me a better guy
I'm trying to live alive, but look out for the jealous

is look
And you already know that your inferior
Go ahead and kiss or slap my posterior
As I'm passing you by
On an endless loop
A roller coaster
Was

ourselves
Cause we really in control just don't know it for ourselves

Can we live cause it gotta be a better way
I see the struggle everyday
Enough to make

Wiz Khalifa on the beach man
(Killa on the beach)
Like GTA I'ma hit you with the cheats man
(I'ma hit you with the cheat)
Smoke kush and make music

Ya Baby Call Me Daddy

Tim Smooth

Let It Be Written

[First Verse]
Hey what's up Pop?  Or should I say Punk?
You supposed to be the Pop to that kid, but'cha don't
I thought you was a man when I met'cha

fold
Oh no, shit, shit
Food stamps, even commissary's
Up north and we ain't locked up
Better get on the phone with your mom and dad
Oh no, shit, shit
Why

Yea I'm back
Yea I'm back

Crimez
For this I need to see your hands up
Hands up
I'm pickin my man's up
Cardiac arrest in the band truck
My vision is

the beef 
Better chill with all that 40 make you reconsider that shit that you talking to me
I'm straight off of the leash 
Talk is too cheap 
Put you

calling
Won't you come back to this world again?
Suspended deep in a sea of black
I've got the light at the end, I've got the bones on the mast
Well, I've

at
I'm in ya mind
Now I'm talkin' all the time
Got me prayin' help me God
See niggas ridin' on my side
These niggas ridin' by my side
If I tell Grandma go

[Romeo: talking]
Yea uh-huh-uh
Hey pops
I had to do it to em man
haha

[Pre-Hook x2:]
I'm a hustler never sold drugs
Kill is in my blood I was born

to say that you're
Never going to make it
But for your own sake
Don't pretend to and fake it
Man, I can't take it
I'm aching and shaking to keep myself up

broke man they cried on me 
One time for the lost souls 
I been found up at the crossroads
Better times but my heart cold 
Shit is working but it's

a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm

Spankin' niggas on they ass, go and get my switches, pause
When I'm in that black bitch you can see it's tinted
Hell nah, you can't ride with the gang

this gas it's so potent (Smoke)
Surrounded by bitches, still lonley (Yeah)
Look in my eyes you can see my heart broken
As we get further away this shit

race, or pissmatch
Better get back 'fore I hit you with that click, clack, boom
Hop in the whip and we dipping like zoom
Watch how yo bitch catch my drip

thinking, where the fuck did hell go?
Uno the black mum shi, when they'd rather act strong, but accept help?
No

Marger man
But when mumzy changed the locks,

She still fucking and she got a man this bitch is so bad
See her looking when I come in and she knows the program
Face is looking happy and she keeps

niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'

I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up