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on the table
Full force for the team
Like the forces on the field
Yeah, pardon my delivery
Fucking with your energy Fucking with your ho
Then bring her back
Like

(Ahhhh) I don't even try when I just rap on a beat
I just rap how I speak what I speak is just something you not
I can really serve up some beef

a way
Talking cash or check
Swipe one Visa to the next
I'm in the back seat getting neck
Lift up her skirt and shawty pussy wet
All that I know is money

your hand I'll lay with your skeleton
Chopping up her limbs
And eating them for free
Motherfuckers biting me you can never be me
Red glitter on my jeans

of these non talented ass niggas coming after me
Can't do it by yourself so you gotta call the Calvary
Pick mes and lame hoes that must be who you wanna be

after death?
Mmm hmm
I can almost sense the numbin' of my mind
From the drink that drove my lover away
Mmm hmm
But little did I reckon I would find
Her in

this were a race, I'm ahead of y'all by like days
If she can't get me head, she gon' bring a friend to my place
Moonwalking out of a conscious realm,

okay 
We Bring it back 
We go again 
Vibing on track 
I'm Vibing with gs
Sentimental tunes Know I don't pretend 
There were fakes 
There were skengs 
In

with your girls
You say fuck your man though
Two jobs puts the wishing living by the bando
No I'm not dissing, I know you can handle
Big girl go, go, get

over for a tea at her gaff
In Scotland
Or in Buckingham's back-yard

Now I'm sure 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan
Can surely understand
As he said "It is

at gettin' by
Well the longer I'm gone, the more I see
The city brings out the country in me
And finds it's way into every song i write

That's why I sing

soul
And restless ghosts of us
Will fill it with sorrow

In her eyes
One can see a burning soul
A lot of time will pass
A lot of time will flow

Without

wanna see it bounce
Mesmerized by so much cake I can't even pronounce
Girl my package will leave you and that booty trounced
Always dealing dope, they

with her cubs

There were hippo, rhino, buffalo, wildebees and zebra
Buck, pigs and ellies and giraffe
All around were piglets, chicks and cubs
And lambs

the cross
X in my bed 
Hit me up hit her back cos I was bored

Energy fluent 
Ain't said any words everyone grooving 
Rage is the student 
Teachers be

much vodka she is out of control haha
Just by looking at her i already know
I got ma babe she know
I got ma gang they know
I got ma gang they know

Im

a new Mary to bring Jesus back

HOOK:
8X
Pimp harder 


Interlude 

VERSE:1
Life was crazy growing up the city
Rats the size of small babies running round

chilling but I ain’t Cardi (Cardi)
Yea, this is my year
Rapping hella slow so you can hear me clear
I miss my nigga Jonathan we haven’t spoke in years
Sad

Direct Deposit
By: Luvinnia Flowers


I'm trynna run up a check check too
Make a checklist for the whole krew too
Got bitches
Got liquor
Got gonja

clap without the use of yo hands baby

Let me see you Twerk that, put a arch like you got a hurt back 
Crime scene type of theme girl I'm tryna murk that

Can we go dance again
I'll take you by the hand
You and me we're not just friends

Your dad said I won't do
Bring her back before half two
I'm in in

answer I just keep move
Got me the hydro if you need too
Shordy wan ask me if I can do that
So I got out and I bring 3 back
Why you wanna test me I don't

and serve and bring peace to the block
Not watch n stop cause you don't like my socks
 Or woop woop cause is hot and I done drop my top
And it's not gone stop

It ain't nothing for me to get up in that one bag
You talkin' bout some old shit, I already done that
No drive-bys, we walkin' out, what y'all done