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at two 
I tell her wait 
I know what she wanna do 
She wanna do the do
Baby that’s cool 
she gotta play by the rules 
Cuz we know love is for fools 
Love

that margarita, shorty sipping on mimosas
I be laid back, catch a breeze by the ocean (shhh)
Got the wave back, you can see it in the motion
She throw it

bout my licks
She mad that Im finally becoming legit

Im not taking no shit
Me and broke niggas no we don't mix
Saw my first dead body then I got sick

is monotonous you've gotta mix and match
Why must i be a dog
Why i must i get the cat
Got licked by my wounds but why must i lick it back
Nothing heals

the black like a bow tie
She a gift to the world
And I know why
Every day she get better
So fly
Some say
Some play
I don't mix words
Some stay
Some bae
I

grails
Had to mix it with hooch
Sorry baby Ima need a reign check on that cooch
I'm a little too loose
Still I'm in love with the view
So stay in tune
We

Get in front and move, so I left that shit behind
(Aye)
Do this shit like all day
Nikes on the pathway
Walk in like the runway
I go in it's unsafe

Hmm-ahh, ah-ahh
Ah
(Cook that thing)
Can't seem to take my eyes off you
Especially your Python move
The way you hold that thing
Me wan hold that

my, oh my, oh my
You break a few necks every time ya stroll by
I'm feeling real lucky like I struck a gold mine
Cuz damn it you done told me that you

how you move
Loving how you groove
Something tells me that this pain you alone can soothe
Now I reminisce, incense burning, the high grade twist
Reggae,

Was the money and the power and a cool girl
That'll rock by my side til the end of time
Keep me humble check me if i'm ever out of line
Im a mothafuckin

you don't got the money counted?
How the fuck you lose track of yo pole
And say somebody found it?
Mix the Act with the Tris up the color looking

Leejo ain't playin with you niggas
Two door coupe rollin
Shawty is trippin I made some moves on it
Margiela drippin we paid our dues fo it
Leave that

hoes on Kik
Nobody control me, I'm solo bitch ion wanna be in the mix
It's been like 40 minutes, I been thinking how ima pull this off
It's a big booty

looking over the shoulders baby I'm the boo-boo man
You won't see me cummin' got a fucking condom on the plan

The moves I make protected, the shots you

walk
Look how he move and then look how he talk
See what He did it's a wonderful sight
Peter no Parker I'll give her the pipe
Pick on my partner I pop

J A M S 
Smoothest out the midwest 

Jet suite out of Burbank  
Took a quick flight
Gentleman of leisure 
I like to get my mind right
Motivated by

went by too fast
(Yeah)
Spending my nights with the buddies, it went right past
(Yeah)
Had to make one more go, make it a blast
(Yeah)
Me and brothers we

equipped
Right out the box, yeah, I'm in the mix
Repairing whatever, when she wanna fix
Pull out the moves, I hit it and dip
Billie the goat or whatever it

of an incredible gift
Like a 7” extended mix of Let's Pretend by Prince
But I'm not married to experience
I mess around with it on weekends
I stay ready to stay up

Pounds in the truck when I move I got to ride different
My bitch keep a gun in the tuck just like a side nigga
Been the hottest in it I'm winning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Seem like everybody moving strange Somebody tell me what this shit about
Mama said, baby, pick a different route

stay out the mix but still in they midst
Niggas envy and be plottin', I can't follow my pivot

Told my momma just be patient, we gon' see about the day

the answers noo

Cant be fixed by that cancer of yours, that you cant afford, to throws bands at, but that facts deminished,

Whyd you let it slip, keep a hand