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Girls and boys, kings and queens
Let me see you move your feet
Come on get your ass on the dance floor

The crowd is young, the feeling's right
We're

young but I know a lot
It is my time look at the clock
I'm claustraphobic get outta my box
Feel like wick commin in cocked

Im a hot boy ryming to the top

the other day
She said when you bringing
That Girl of yours around
To say Hey
I chuckled this
Like the fifth time I had to
Remind
We’ve been
Broke up for some

Up by the tree
Grown as hell still act like kids
Wonderful how that shit iz
Colorful your chronic gets
Blow me up to tiny bitz
Move wit a groove can it

don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys
Who just don't know or just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You

good it's all apart of winning 
Followed by women that make a killing off a appearance
Them be the girls that get the best of me
While the ones thats

and how I pack it it's a wrap
From the genesis the boy been heaven sent
I draw attention with these lines I'm eli the architect
I'm an intellect, I'm fully

go back in time wouldn't have it no other way

The morning we conceived lady bugs was in the crib
Remember asking my girl, what's the meaning of this?

Oh oh oh
37010

With 18 girls and 7 young boys
I spend the days I had a hard rocking friend
He said what if you screw up what if you fail
What is

Boy or girl, it's just different colors of powder 
Smokin' sweet sixteens of that South Jamaican sour 
I seen it all, I might take the gun in

Ayy, my folks sellin' that boy and girl, what's that? Bobby and Whitney
Ayy, spin on the opps in the Hemi
Ayy, nigga want smoke, got chimneys
Ayy, my

Okay, now where should I start
Been a rough couple months by far
Been dragged through the mud, got scars
I don't care how I look, I got charm
I don't

the club
How I change the weather
Every pretty lady tryna steal my sweater
Pretty boys and girls, put them in alert
Move your curves, make this shit work
Got

game crazy throat so good
She can suck peanut butter
Through a motherfuckin' straw
Girls know $ama, he been a G
Niggas got female tendancies
Crazy how

you're used to
I got that black girl juju
Back water track slaughter
Swagger when I move through
 
Edges stay fleeky
Sneaker game squeaky
Serving Nefertiti

why you acting like she mine
Called me up at a work a nigga blowing out your spine
When I got a good woman shawty started crying
How the fuck you love

a sign
If i know that she real, baby girl I provide

Like eyy
K9 it’s your time
Scary thing bout it I ain’t in my prime
I been doing so good it ain’t even

A true story
With my brothers from the jump
On the streets, seeing crime, living in the dump
Back in 08, just a young boy, looking up to the greats

the backseat
I don't know this world that attacks me
We are not boys, this is not Backstreet
Biting my shit is good for
'em like flax seed
In my own little

stylist
And I never had to stress cuz
I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell
By my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting

got the lyrics
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy

so seen by somebody
Like you know me, but don't control me
I'm used to boys leaving for money, or girls, or drugs
It's always something
My friends

If there's a god, god bless the boys who pull me up from the lows 

Praise Howlin' Wolf, Dylan 
Praise Little Feat and Morrison 

When my obsessions

girls
You know, the ones that you'd talk shit about
Then block them once a week
Just to get them off your phone
And you got the boy
Just to break his