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getting right
Cause baby I'm a
Nymphomaniac
I love them brainiacs
Believe me I'm a pay you back
Six nine not the snitch kind
Though I'm spitting facts
Sit

sellin' clothes this a different kind of merch 
My shorty only got one job and he love to go to work, nigga, work
We ain't payin' for no pussy, that shit

that I stand by
How real is he if he been paying for his blood ties?
He blood in, he blood out at a blood drive
Red cross, blue shield, blue steel nigga

life at the top, got my feet off the edge
If he shorting my racks put the heat to his chest
Shorty got racks put that D on her breast
Riding down sunset,

and hopscotch
By the lots
For the cream bruh
15 20 30 mins, they need reup
All nighter
Like my aunt Clara
Bops like a new Tee all whiter
Clucks smoke and they

Michael don't you whip that boy
Ma dukes just worried bout her grandkid I can handle it
I'm stressed blowing cancer out the stick
Going deep in my

machine
Be sure to have a calming agent cuz it kind of stings
Awhile til you're traveling at warp speed
Epiphany
I will go back to a defining moment in my

to say
If you ever owed me somethin now you owe it today
Pay up, cause I ain't playin bout my money nigga
Cause I would hate to have you dyin like a funny

Running circles in my backyard

I'm just glad they ain't come asking me about his life, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Running circles in my backyard
Tryna

the back)

Rolls Royce truck
Driving my car and she holding it back
She wants some love but she taking it back
Sippin some wock while she taking it back

dress. 

Telephone is by the bottle which is always by my bed. 

Time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead. 

I will wait here for

his music from the soul
I'm possessed by the soul of a dark poet
Vision my aggressiveness
It's the wicked shit for life and I am repping it

If you rep

and I gave you my time
Advice was shared like tears nigga I was all ears for you
You were cold I had warm hoody spare for you
I loaned you money like

The best thing to do is to let it all go
Let it all go

Always surrounded by beautiful women
They play with my name and my hair and my linens
They be

Call me out my name
Even wishing death on me
Still stay by your side had my child
That's destiny
Know I'm sounding kind of foolish
Love would having you

you
Syna world tracky on me I'm so lit,
soon I'll come out with my clothing brand
What Central Cee said let's go band for band
More money, more

dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will

nobody
Abusing my love bitch you wilding
And I sit back and suffer in silence
Ian never met a nigga just like Gotti
She ain't never seen nigga fly like

Paycheck, to paycheck, to paycheck
Nah, fuck that
I’m ‘gon stack this money
And fill up my nap sack
You ‘gon take it from me
That’s funny, you Bo jack
We both

Big L rest in peace

2 am, just got outta the bar
Headed toward my car
Me and Castro kind of blown
'cause we parked so far
Walkin' down the street

to the children, I guess
That's just one other story I got to scroll by
Fuck kind of man am I wastin my time
Am I man though, what that really mean
Feel like I'm

way misery"
And you see misery loves company
And it seems like I'm his best friend
And my heart is so open sometimes
I can't even control who I let in

just don't make 'em like me
Lately protectin' my peace... pursuin' my savior
(Lord God, I come to you a sinner... Inshallah)
Apologies accompanied by

and flipping the strip tease

Went from fig leaves all the way to big cheese

Never got on his knees for the love it won him

from couple of brothers, Lewis