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the ammo of an F-14, what up, Fits

Chillen kickin' mean for the fiends in the cockpit
Palm gripped on the greens, givin' you a hot tip
Q tip for your ears,

humble carter sitting never crumble
When a dude approach me he better speak and not mumble
Don't you fumble cross the line ride so good it would make you

making
Elevating never take a day for granted
Whole planet about to panic
My love for rap so romantic
It hurts I burst that’s volcanic 
Hot as hell but not

then, wasn't hot; now they really feel me
And now they wanna bang, like chitty chitty
On the way to the top from the nitty gritty
You know i won't stop

channel
Bitch it's Chanel, why you call it channel?
Papi too hot for you to handlе
I hit the pot and get dismantled
Ain't no power on in the trap
Auntie in

afford

Talk shit on me, I respond now it's war
They know I put on yeah passed 'em the sword
One day you finna see me on that tour
He try to cross me, send

the papi shoots strays
the lobby crew gave the papi 2 drakes it's hot so deuces
attack the opp while I'm mad and raging like Bobby Bouche

Monster Tarver:

to climb, trying to get to me
It's the CO mile high, atmosphere pressure and the breaths lesser
I may spit fire like Devil but if the flows hot not, bitch,

jumping like a trampoline 
Smoking gasoline 
Her legs is what I'm in between 
Kitchen whipping like I'm Jimmie Dean
Niggas cross the gang we have no choice

Shines through me 
And I'm not tryna be modest but have you been here? 
We got drug addicts fucked 
Fight thin air cross town traffic 
This towns had it

humble carter sitting never crumble
When a dude approach me he better speak and not mumble
Don't you fumble cross the line ride so good it would make you

it
I got her excited she wet like saliva
NBA jam goddamn I'm on fire
Niggas know not to cross me like I'm the messiah
Off a perc I be mumbling speaking

what happened the other night after 2600
Check this out
So I gave a talk about cross-site scripting
We're on the way home and she starts reminiscing
She

it black
I'm heavy with the heat I don't want a lighter
I'm so hot that I could start a fire
If you ain't admired you just add mire
And don't nobody

(Yeah)
I'm so pretty but i'm humble carter sitting never crumble
When a dude approach me he better speak and not mumble
Don't you fumble cross the line

these chickens while they hot
Just like a frying pan
Ain't get no advance
 turned that to a hundred bands
Walk in my show like, "Look who payin'"
Then got

Follow who  know road but any man carry ei own cross

Tin load
Tin load
Tin load
Tin load
Tin load ohhhhh
Tin load
Tin load
This Men dem too soft 
They no

collab with Gaga and might cross over
She ain't know shit about cameras but got great music
But a lot of photographers are creepy motherfuckers
Marco, you

for a reason
I would send the vids right to him but that shit would be too easy
Know my name going cross his mind that nigga hot and I'm not speaking

Look, I'll tell ya this
If u cross em' I'm gon' bank a bitch
If 4 niggas go on this lick, 2 of them ain't gon' get shit
My wodie, my round, my vick

texting
Yes, I am a situation
Catch me out up on the West Wing
I do what the fuck I want
Hot damn, I'm so defiant
I don't sell myself short
I take my worth

thin
Been so hot I need a paper fan
And then I took the route where I ain't got no friends
I'm the realest in this shit and I showed it
You would feel

I'm hot, I don't need to tell you that
Check it out, we formerly fat
Stomach is flat
She whips out her rack
She's like autograph it white, but don't

But that don't mean you are hot and clean
I just want vodka and something
I'm getting cross with you, honey
What is the use of this happiness, huh?