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still gone
You think your daughter might resent you when she get grown?
Shiid I mean atleast you didn't miss the FaceTime call
Cuz you forgot to hit my

only good for gouda, trust the ruler
Do some pushups before you fuck to get your blood moving
I got bloodlust too
Put some competition in front of me

as muh-fukka/thinkin u gone stop me try it with another sucka/Im really built for this im these offices like what u offering/I need a milli or better ain't signing me

closer he’s covered by a coat, uncover his face he's got beans down his throat,
Locked in a gaze, what's life to become, what the fucks gone wrong, I think

lent
And I may never care again

Someone's dead on the radio
And they're singing a love song
And every third fast good order I get turns out wrong
I knot

with these demons but you never can believe me
Push the slug in the drum pull the trigger by the gun
The last time that you'll see me im gonna be gone
I

to him then watch how you gone soar
Man that devil he deceive
Make you feel like you too deep
But Ain't nothing way too deep that God can't get you on your

out out of sight, disguised
And words and days tore by until it all turned bright, blinding and bright
Jamming two steel digits in your eyes

another hit
Yeah, put you in a knot
Take your top spot
You gone need a mop
When this beat drop
When I hit the spot
When I
When I
When I
When I
When I
When I

to go!

Flashlight and a beam on it I'm ready for war.
You better act righter get chalked at the end of the road.
I spy with my eye pussy stir frye
Tech 9

I'd rather them take me!
Sick and saddened by the fact that you're gone
There's a lot weighing on my shoulders
It's hard to keep swimming when

Old days are gone never coming back
Just thrown away like an old rag
That’s found its way out of my hands
Out of my hands
Never coming back
Never

for you

DAYSHA
Shit up popping my shit fuck around nigga get cha ass hit
You can’t run up on my fence I work hard to get this shit
Shit I’m cooling

mane
I got that juice

Yea they done let me out
Been gone for a while but I'm back in route
Can I get a hand clap for all my sisters who struggle
And all

And now you get it, uh huh

I used to ride the Tri-met
I used to take the 71 over
To 66th and walk it now every May I'm gone
'til November like Wyclef (I'm

fuck with you i ain’t Feeling you
I just want my bands i just wanna go Run up a knot
I ain’t really bout talking i just wanna Get to the guap
I just want

BUT SHE AINT GONE GET HER A CAR FROM IT
EVERY MONTH
PAY MY MOMMA MORTGAGE IN ALL HUNDREDS
AND MY DAWGS THEYLL NEVER SAY A WORD
BUT THEY STILL ALL GUNNAS

Niggas think they Hot They couldn't fuck wit me in Hell 
Soulja got it locked They gone fuck wit me in jail 
Grinding like a rail 
Tryna multiply the mail

Muffled bombs on the horizon
As smoke fills up the skies
And all the bodies pile up
As all the pilots fly by 'em
Limbs left in the wreckage
Little

I shoulda known it love they were showing was fake from the start 
Nxggas was smiling in my face but they had hate they heart 
Don't wanna see me get

caused so much pain, I'm above that
You gone through this before I thought you'd understand
But all this pain that I feel was done by your hand
Don't think

rocking witcha 
But please don't test the patience 
Father God gone forgive me if I murder 
Every nigga placed in front of me
Rolling But not tumbling

knitting, lean, witty
Best listening guest visiting never left a deft jest bereft Christening
Depressed lest molested by own aggressed visioning
Questing with

knots I should get a masseuse 
bad knees I was playing in boots 
now the whip is like a stadium nigga big screens when I open the roof
to u its clothes