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Had to take my time
I need more than space
Pour me three or two
Imma take one to the face
Yeah
Actin' mad confused
Had to put her In her
Place
Yeah

Oh I can't write tight, because I'm white right
We oughta have fight night, yo ass is gettin' sideswiped
By my knuckles yeah they fly right by yo

sellin' they guns
Bitch, I'm pourin up wocky aint sippin that punch
Run up some bands by the end of the month
Hit from the back, bitch, I'm makin' her cum

Ok, uh
Ok, uh
Yeah
She send naked pics in the 'yo
I drop a bag on my least favorite hoe
Said, "Mama, just give me some time, it's a go"
Ain't want let

Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Uhh
Uhh
Uh
Picked the perfect picture
Put some pressure by your name
Got a lot up

of the first to show some love to a gangsta, okay
I got murder on my mind, and all the killers know me
I done seen death a hundred times, a bitch could never

ain't one to lie
Even though you hurt my spirt
You stood by my side
I guess we running out of gas but
You was down to ride
And I'm sorry baby girl I'm not

when my time come and COVID stops
Diamonds on my neck
My lil shorty is the best
We be coolin' it together
And you know what happens next
Love it when she

the nighttime
One for the goodbyes
Two for the good times
I ain’t ready yet
The 40 pointed at my chest
I’m stuck on the last breathe
He sold me some bad tech
Lost

Don't think I don't see through your disguises
Sheepishly I asked for a lil' time
Emboldened by the fears in my mind
Like where you been and who is it you

drinkers sip Hennessey
And we gunna take it 
To the hills up in Beverly
Mansions and melodies
Mansions and melodies
Squad full of synergy 
Need a Maryland

do shit but my math dawg
I was running mad hard trying to get my bags off
Tuesdays and Thursdays we used to run from mad dog
Guess how many times me

a perfect poem
Better yet a broken song
Seriously
Who is he? 
Usually
Just cruising beats 
Need some bruising in the place where we could meet
I'm stupid

Eastside to the Westside
Eastside then we to the Westside
Eastside then we to the Westside
I stack it up and run it up, What you know about that? Cut

loan me lil something
Just to see if she the one
Bald or weave she a ten
Omg I'm like damn
And she got some couple friends
Gotta plug for my mans
Nails

niggas who laughed
Lord forgive can't go to the past
I just can't fuck wit 'em again
I need some digits so how can I rest?
Got love for music I'm skipping

about
You ain't as real as you talk about
I need them racks when im walking out
We be them niggas they talk about
Say it again and again I won't talk it

to just focus on one
The one I really want out in Dallas getting to it
She don't got time for a nigga right now, I like that shit
Till then, we friends,

some dro and a picnic
Big blanket while you whispering the business
We by the the lake I got my booty that big dick
I'll be your alibi if shit get

I know what you thinking
"Why have all my brothers gonn missing?"
I aint gonn stop until im dead or in prison
just need to call up some digits
Cause

I met this Chick in the city with lil ass titties
I'm clapping them cheeks
I fuck that bitch in the civic I'm living
Like Larry We smokin that green

Me and my brothers
We ride for each other
I copped me a Honda
We on one accord
I'm rare like a Fisker
Got em calling me mister
I show her some things

make cash flip
Hatin' ona nigga but I love em like some bad kids
Had to ghost lil baby started unloading her baggage
Lock me up for murder I'm just

close 

I don't ever wanna move you can never let go

Its  a lot of words I can't explain it by myself I think I might need some help

Its like laying