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now marked for death
(You a dead man)

I put some figures on ya head
I hold the double barrel shotty right up to ya chest
Ima blow off all ya fingers n

bitch I'm leaving
Count so much money That my finger tips blue
If I was you nigga I would hate me too
Naw maybe try to join yo crew So I can rock Rolex

the terabyte
Change the channel why would I do that
I've got films at my finger tips
Shaped like circles and completely flat
I've got the world within my grips

people that I had only
Shared a smiley face

Saw the world with the tip of my finger
Surfed the web from Berlin to India
Seven wonders before I had dinner

deep
Back it up yah he gon run but he ain't
Fast enough
My big brotha taught me tha hustle I
Started catching up
Big 40 halo tips got em backing up
14

Come on come on come on
Come on come on come on

Catch me by the lips
Like smoke I’ll slip
Through your finger tips
Cheated once again
You’ll say it

helped weed
In the summer after my accident
I remember going to the store
To buy me some milk and some bread
I remember the counter
And the dry finger tips

finger tips and toes
Everything seemed to be stretching away from me
The light on the horizon
The steering wheel of my car
My own body seemed to drift away

it I'll tip the driver
Just turn up that music louder, do not wanna be bothered
She granting my every wish like genie inside that bottle
Rub me

love that sticky icky S***
But when It's stuck to my F****** fingers tips
Take a hit guarantee you gonna trip
Inhale you gonna feel it in a bit
Hotbox

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

She don't feel the love, she just feel the likes
They just enough to keep her energized
When I see her on my feed, I be like me oh my

drip, drip, dripping with the fluids
Close your eyes baby listen to the music
I lick my fingers cuz I love the way you taste
Gotchu dripping, got you

My plans were corrupted by your sweet finger tips

And I was never meant to fall in love



My work here was simple till I met you

I should've gone

So I'd write songs
You've never heard before
On your skin
We breathe the melody in
As we kiss getting high off of every note
Being played by our finger

out the pistol Grip
Acid in my palm. Finger tips hollow
Yet you'd wonder if the missles hit
It's a hard pill to swallow
Knowledge don't excuse the fact

off and my finger flicks
Flipping on the verse, til I do a trick
But I'm just stunting like John Wick
I know how you think
You don't understand why I

my shit
Now bitch hold up for all them lies
No barking dog I'm starting it off
With that Carbon 15
Hollow tips hit you up in ya hip
Get stuck up in yo

long dimes in my iPhone
Swagg drippa Hennessy sippa
Nine milli totin' ass hollow tip spitta uh
No manners Cali made a savage
I just want the cabbage

at the earth beneath you

Look back at it girl, we so out of this world
Could have it in the palm of our hands, or the tip of fingers and then make it swirl

these fans from non believers
While I flex my grip, on this rap shits neck
And compress on the tip of my fingers
With a presence that will linger
With

Hardest on the scene soft work but the flow is mean
Dirty blue strips blew em fast now my clothes is clean
Fuck I need a team lit his nose up wit

feelings so fuck yours
I touch raw my fingers tips still dumb sore
You want more baggy jeans in the staircase rob nigga bare face
Wild one air the place like

finger tips
Cuz they fingernails in the dust
Can’t go down and out
Get offenders outed
Can’t keep them around
Don’t commune with clowns
Communications down

your legs closer but was contemplating
You had your Nike techs
Your lip gloss I'd always ruin during sex
Your fingers tips running slowly down my neck