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talk
I love it when she drip
Make me moon walk
And she don't neva worry if the man soft
A nigga built strong, aint no running off
Grab you by your throat

somebody
He shouldn’t have tried it
Walk out
Glock strapped to my body
This some solid muscle, try me
Catch a body
Dej loaf , try me
I ain’t going
Gon have

ball
Ray-Bans reflecting on that summer day, we had it all
We drove all the way to the Falls
We talked some real talk, took a real walk
And way out in

A god to you Neanderthals
I was sent in camouflage to sabotage you laughing stocks
With hand grenades and cannon balls
To put the camera on this action

of Caddy or the truck
Whippin', movin'
Crew going stupid
Really in the mood to pack you out
You losin'
Like a 8ball that I hit with a pool stick
Had hella

I looked in the mirror today
And I'm like that brotha he too raw
They telling me Nik you be smooth wit it
Like Michael Jackson when he moon walk
They

Sipping that ‘gnac
Smoking that pack 
Little bit of wiggle with the walk
cnd she throwing that back  
See the night still young. cnd the club still

Ha ha!

Ears up, honey - money don't grow on trees
So if you wanna walk
Away with a fistful of dollars
You oughta listen to me
You see,  I'm a little

But stay cuz it feel right
You already know, you fuck with me tonight
Giving you the ink, all you gotta do is write
I'm leaving by the morning, hop onto

and the red, huh

Everything changing the moment I walk in
They be like they be not talking
I am a hero, got no need for caution
Bakugo, sweat from my body
But

to the who's and the ones that keep this shit moving
I'm refusing to lose, I break up the rules like it's pool
Now if I shoot for the moon, I might as well shake

there's no time to sell

-Yourself short, lets walk tall together
Life is a sport, as a team, we can ball better
through all weather, we need your

King Piece

I'm steady improvin' even the Greatest needs practice
I'm trynna ball whether regulation Or peach baskets
I drew the line niggaz betta

mosh

Let's go sarge Au, shooting star blue moon
Young red god reppin' that coast
We comin' up, the opposition fucked
Get em' to the morgue they gon'

incase I might walk on the moon!
Nothin to lose , now i got nothin to lose
I'm with the squad , we turn this shit to a zoo
Beamin , Go
Through the East End

a bitch
And the cuzzy done threw at his whip
He really don't miss so he lucky he lived
Ayo breezy who that in that blunt
Dead opps smoke em by the ton
Worda

and Bears with more bite
There's always that one that's hating your cause
Wait for you to slip then sink in their claws
They trying pinch you get a grip by

Keep ya milk shakin'
Keep ya two steppin'
Keep ya bouncin' all night until the moon settin'
Good vibes from Da Staff
That's what you gettin'
Killin em'

breed to walk in my shoes
A given mile to you, just times it by 2
You'll see it's levels to this shit
I ain't got nothing to lose
I'd rather conversate

know I ain't lion
Anytime I swallow my pride
Never got no homies by my side
With Rolling lonely being the vibe
And going stoned like it be diamonds

Tourin' the thrush
And over the moon
Spilled glass a milk
I got the blues
Worn to the bone
And late walks alone
Tall tales of withering
Tomes

First

big balls, fondles
White ass snow, carrot top hat, no buttons, fresh scent, jingling ornaments shines n glints
Licking on point, score some more

of hymns
And when the moon turns blood red
And love is something terrible but beautiful
That's hanging by a thread
You don't know if it's the
End or a new

your ground but we still moved by the stars and moon
Paid the cost to be certain with love
Will I chip away at the salt holy compromise just for you