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the words and flicking ‘bout my face
Just keeping it loose in my place man I choose to fuck off the lace
Yeah I’m less a fan if you’re a waste
It takes one

or woes
Because I know you're something special
We attached by the soul
And if you're fuckin' with this song than you already know
Surfing on the funky

to move on, but she right back to the streets

I could put her on and she'll just fall about it
That bitch ain't on shit, she just be talkin' bout it
Pack

Growing and showing the passion within
But they could never see in

I roll up joints just to keep it together
This life ain't forever
Get you a beauty it's

environment
I rap till I'm relentless nigga but I ain't tired bitch
Can't see in the whip cause the windows 5 percent
You know that these bitches gone choose

calling
I beg your pardon
So many been locked down by the sergeant
You know so many sleepin in the street and in the garage concert for the greedy
Charity

I'm loving the way that you talk
I'm loving whenever you come by
I admire the way that you walk
Tryna make you apart of my bloodline
So divine

in the knees
Come talk to me, talk to my lawyer please
I got me, I think it's all I ever need
Yeah, what you talkin' bout please

I used to think that

busy
Thinking bout me?
(Me)
You pull up
At my house in your
Torn up jeans
In your dad's old truck
Ain't no limousine
I been down
I can't complain
Cause

the end
The hole will be your only friend

Penny for my thoughts
How 'bout a dollar for my body
They said you'll feel like a billion bucks in a million

he saw me winking and he caught you thinking
cnd he gets rowdy when he's been drinking
So he's coming over to start some violence
But the bouncers

bitch I know you can't
(Uh)
Ain't got no time for the shit they talking 'bout
I get his bitch wetter, then I leave her in a drought
You making better

niggas that fuck with you
Be the same niggas that envy you
I can't entertain no hoe
Baby I'm not into you
I can judge a bitch just by her nigga
And her

hoes at the Bo ain't want the kid
Imma know you hoe by the hoe shit
On the same thing now I was on then
Pay my bills first I'm a  grown man
Caught

this life I live aint cheap
I blow that check and run it all up again
Go mia they be like ark where you been?
I been gliding in a benz
Nah girl please

ain't the right season
Tryna rap
Get your ass back to Montreal
Cuz you faded
Your eyes look like you're from Korea
You gon' forget the lyrics
Then laugh

shit since a youngin, nigga you can check my stats, bitch
And I show love to everybody, I can't be no hater
Why they steady watching me, bout me they be

Tate ain't gotta tell you bout
how you need a real ni**a to slime em out

Cop me a feel and
Get the money blindfold
Pop me a pill
And I'ma whole rhino

with you later on your cellular
Yeah yeah
Shawty a switchblade, she cut up and she slay
Loving the way that her weave sway, nothing bout her is cliche

i'm talking bout her with all of these words i say in my music.

Chance after chance i give 'em to you, im hoping that you don't abuse it.

Red

Springtime and I still, feel very cold, 
The train stop, I pass by, yo very home
Here we go, once again,
Did everything to get you out my head, and you back

it's Warm All the late Nights
I'll be Thinking Bout My Life
It's Hard Oh God Oh Why
Man tek Life With The big 45
45 No Fries Ain't got For The meddling

know I ain't no steak
Ay, ghosted as if Casper were on the receiving end
You a bastard, got some problems tryna be validated
I'm not unaware of all

to go
Blues clues windows and Clifford the seats
Glove in the glove spray and pray up above
That you don't get sat down by what's under this seat
Just