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by That your boy ain't fly And I'm human so you know it's just a matter of time Before I fly away We could die today Motherfucker why wait? Hey While
I can't wait to see you lace your shoes Things were hazy, but that all stopped with you We passed by headstones on a walk I overthink something,
Told my brothers chill cuz Money moves I gotta make, Cant be sitting round like I'm stuck, I don't gotta wait I be flexing on my ex, just from
bands I'ma stop, don't wait, don't hang with no friends Moving up days, I was out trying to get up They went to the fall, I went to the win While I'm
Wake up, can’t wait up, young nigga gotta shake sum If yeen selling out the P then yeen really gon make none Walk around wit that fye on me so niggas
Don't you put your head down, pick it up Said you were here to stay, know you ain't givin' up Shouted this is good, wait, that ain't big enough
to put me in my place With all the fake men comes at least an Andrew Tate If everyone's authentic, then no one can be great Wait, wait, wait It's
served Ordered hot coffee, my mouth is used to burns Only getting chicken when I'm out, I'm used to birds Always chasing chicken when I'm out, I'm used
Open Your Door Words and Music by Deborah Jeanne Weitzman Additional lyrics Andrew Austin-Hancock Open up your door, don't let it stay Forever
I got two birds, call em ostrich's They got long necks, they suck long d*** I got three phones, you can't call none I got freak hoes, you got all nuns
I'm close-eyed Model bitch by the coastline Said she wanna come for a nigga So she know how to approach mine Standup since a waist high Money brings
SOBRE A TERRA (Ladainha composed by Mestre Marcos dos Santos) Sobre a terra, Ouço lamento e dor, Vento leva passarinho, A'ndorinha aqui pousou,
in my mattress So I can write a bar saying that I'm sleeping on Andrew Jackson's They say I'm Irish cause my capital is Dublin My iris's are blue like
я не пущу в свой дом Куча баксов на кроссовках и я играю в Голд Бол Да я Andrew Bird я ебашу Bad Pigges Стёр какао в порошок ебашу Black Niggers
those cherries ripened, most were eaten by the birds, Maybe a day or two in June you had a chance. They were sour cherries, couldn't bake them in a pie.
Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Heh Yeh Ayyy, Miller, what the fuck is this? Mix the Bud with the Wax, that's the way you're supposed to smoke it Andrew tate
by the sea. (Namazöoh:) It seems right: a bird dreams and lives to fly. (Aleekãnto:) Well he, bold fish, leaped high, soared across the sky just
Nejay switched it up now he on repeat That nigga Nejay going dumb like a riri (Wait, what do you mean by that) No I mean like Rihanna, like you know
a break, vacay Need to wait, okay, please, go away, go away Record a tape, my way top g, no Andrew tate Oh, okay, need a break, vacay Need to wait, okay,
(MAY YOU NEVER BE THE) CHILD OF A REALIST Words and Music by Robert Andrew Wagner May you never be the child of a realist. May you never learn
heartless because you a dumbass Sitting in the lunch room by yourself Where yo girlfriend at? Oh wait you don't got one Cuz you a dick riding bitch Tryna buy
like a Bird off that purple light You niggas can't wait for me to turn it out I flip a style, crip a while Gon' honey child Ran up about a hundred miles
don't need to fuck no bird (Bird) I'mma just put in work Ou, wait, hold up Told her I was down bad She ain't show up Heartbroken, a bummer Deleted my
way you gotta move yeah I’ll be there by noon or two or Six shit soon Wanna go from rapping in my Room To arenas, too many thoughts And ideas Give me
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