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around with your daughter
I gave my band to a dancer
Im rolling loud with the ganja
They love that Honda Accord
I get that top in my Toyota
Not fucking

stay from round that shit
Fall down, get back up, that's the lesson I can give
Gotta put that munyun first baselinin' to Suzie still
Gave her something

timezones,
Cancer dancer, handsome answers
Float by living, wait until you catch it
Wrap me up in bandages.
They posting city's going tragic.
Look in

it's goodbye then
I'm sticking to the guap these hoes is trifling

Talking crazy to my gang we gotta slime him
Broski get da strap he wanna fly him

Violation got em by his ankles it get slimey here 

A pop ah seal this a celebration for the steppas 

Screen shot clippings of they labor just to flex it

ain't never seen no shit like this
I told her shawty
You gotta work for this shit
She gone throw it faster
She gone make it clap yeah
Shawty she a dancer

get that tied up dirty bandit rap candid handstand
Hell henna bat now
Get the hero out of here
Get that dancer dirty
Dirty
And Dead
So dirty it hurts

Girl, you looking' good, swear yo body looking' right
And we gone get it cracking when I slide on you tonight
I don't do too much talking, baby,

you call it rather get money than fame


Hit up the mall cause I'm balling bitches be falling then I go cop a new chain


Get that bitch plated in

the broken up souls 
open ya eyes 
get off the flo stop rubbin ya noise 
I dont get that given up shit 
keep walkin ya road 
slippery (flip flip)
stop flippin

by any kinda way
Today, never tomorrow, procrastination cause sorrow
It's respect or there'll be hell to pay (hell to pay)
You gotta treat life like

motion

Know niggas with that dog food we send them boys to eat
I really think I love the drank cause it taste so sweet
Gotta hustle around here can't fuck

a place where it's cloudy
The sun never came
Still be shining
Like some high beams in this bitch
Still get grimy in this hoe
Special treatment need it all

throw thoughts in the air 
...hope im the gossip of the Angels
The results I’ll see them later 
Little bo peep it gets frustrating 
Where I go I got

the dirt
Well I gotta ride or die - she stay by side
Do it all from the heavens gate
I been smoking this weed as a crutch
Cause it's clearing my mind - like

Hardest song I had to ever write
Hardest song I had to ever write

Uh

Why I feel like ima die before I can get all my words out
Actions move in

nutted on her corset
All you ever do is talk shit, you never set it off yet

You ain't gotta tell me, bitch I know I'm a don
My uzi weigh a ton, raise my

move aside
time to take a hike
put an end to this world
forever runned by guys
surrender to your stife
see it through her eyes
things will not get worse

you're drunk
Guess it's part of having fun
I copped you Prada just for fun
You know you ain't fuckin with no bum
If I got it, know I gotta give you some
(I

else
Oh, I
Making it clap
Shawty be going and throwing it back
I'm chasing the money, gotta get a sack
Spending my check and I get it right back
Fuck

the real when I say it
Whoever can feel it I hope it's relative
It helps you whenever you play it
Sometimes when the sunshine
Get knocked out by the clouds

move aside
time to take a hike
put an end to this world
forever runned by guys
surrender to your stife
see it through her eyes
things will not get worse

crack addicts
It's that tragic move back I bat above average
A rap savage don't play by ya rules in mathematics
I grab havoc and spray you fools with bad

earned

But then I learned
You know it gets pretty real
When you lose the one you conceal from evil that dwells
Within the people around you, for