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at the men
They hit the floor before you'd count to ten
And I've got the target by the throat
Time to interrogate him on my boat

He speaks to me Listen boy,

I can't be round
You can come up against me but, it ain't gone work
They be plotting to kill me, but it ain't gone work, (Naw)
Because I been ripping

happened a lot because it wasn't real
All you have to do is tell her how ya feel
Two-thousand and eleven 
That was the year 
Wally J middle school
I was

I been chilling it feels like I been carried away
But you can find me every place where cameras stay
I wake up every single day and got cheddar

been cooking up, but I'm not cooking in the kitchen
Know these hours fly by, and I can't get you off my mind
The way you torture me, you Harley Quinn

on this land by our friends and family
Rocking with that dub the capital stylee
They wanna bring us down but they can't stop me

And if you got something

You only got time for one more story, I see the smoke in the glass
Lord can judge me all he want, I keep my faith in my path
Just promise me you

for me
Set my standards high that’s why you cant get down with me
Aye
You ain’t got it like that
Always asking how I got it like that
Yea
You think I’m

Girl, I don't give a fuck about
Presents underneath the tree
None of those gifts mean shit to me
But you know what's on my wish list?
Girl, I wanna

sleep still grind by day keep pumping cheetas loomas
They wanna see me fail right now they wanna see you loosa
Don't act like that gone get your stacks

can't be yourself, you tryna bite me
And if the bitch from Broward then the lil ho don't excite me
i bust a play in Minnesota, bitch, I feel like a viking

Soulja

It was angles up and a tombstone
Git Buried was the motto whole crew strong
It was me, N-A-Z and J-Storm 
We were trying to get hot but only stayed

This shit was manifested by myself and many others
Shout out to Christian Pulisic
I see you J.D.
Seven, One, Seven 

I'mma need more fingers just

ain't about the check 
You can text
Don't call me, bitch
Main mission, No side quest
Run it up, reinvest
A nigga got next
Deadass no jest
If it don't make

getting knocked out by a kiddo
I remain anonymous, you think you on the this
Just watchin' this, I'm optin' in what I'm wantin'
And it's obvious my

"Oh Well"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubbord, Ricky Pivin, and Ty Carpenter

cosmetology
And that you braid the Iver-sons
Hair from time to time back in the day
Or that I am the only one who
Has yet to spark up a J so I can let it go

I

We have all the power
They can't push us aside

Feels like I sold out for giving you my vote
Lesser of two evils got em both in my scope
Babies up in

then you one of the opps
I got magic powder like a pixie (Misty)
Deuce deuce in my shoe if they frisk me
I get low gone for high add shipping
When we

remember them days when I had it worse
I got tired of sorting by lowest first
Imma get reimbursed by the universe   

I got time, bae
I ain't kiddin' bitch

things you guess and get, while others you must confirm
Met a girl who was hurt, and hurt people, hurt people
Always one up, and we can never break equal

entering into beast mode
Get tha reload
Than I “blaka blaka”
Blow all you’ll niggas heads off that we’re hating on me that’s metaphorically speaking
Think

ABC's

The Toasters

Skaboom!

nuh 'N'! - You need narcotics just to unwind 
Oh, oh, pon a 'O' - You could get an overdose 
Give I a 'P' - The price you pay for cuttin' it close

family's anchor, man I'm Ron Burgundy
We gonna get it right and you gonna get the best of me
Stay open, boy you gotta breathe
Let me talk my shit, let me sip