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my my face in her taint 

Pay by the hour be bout your shit don’t make her wait 

She make golden showers look glamorous 

Far from an amateur, man

Chea, yo, yo
A nine to five was never woven in my DNA
My X and Y chromosomes resembled TSA
I stayed, reaching for the bags
I want to be the best in

pockets love
That money in my pocket snug, like finger tips in gloves
When i retire all im doin’ is famous chicks and drugs
I wonder how it feel to have

Sambo
Cut down yo whole family tree 
Hung you on the branch tho (Ya)
Now you riding out super black lambo
Wings up tips up window dipped in camo
Now you

and dreams
I'm getting older everyday 
But I still feel the same except that everything around me keeps changing
I see my dreams being lived by another MF

It's hard to tell now if I even miss you 
You're just a fragment of my mind 

You began at the very tips of my fingers 
You were always right by me 
But

finger tips across her skin
Dark hair wit a Spanish blend
When she caught my eye
I was gone no lie
I was lost up in a fairy tale
You were perfect for

my liquor I don't chase Em
Anybody tripping i'ma first forty Em
Fingers out the window like i'm fucking Ronald Reagan
Six Six Six like I Fuck around

travel too fast to the heart
They say its easy I say thats a lie
Emotions clouded my judgment I cannot deny
The weight of decisions they tip on the fly

Fuck everybody on that solo tip
I got my bitch in my waist I ain't tryna slip
If I don't like the situation then I bounce quick
Actions don't match

to perfection 
Baby y I tell no lies 
Maxi dress on as 
Compliments her complexion 
Summer love headed in the right direction 
As the days go by 
My feelings get

want me to shoot my shot
Like Kobe in game 7
Okay
I'm going off in the paint
Clock tell me that this is the only chance that I got
A finger roll away

Why do I find it strange I'm looking forward to the twilight of my days
The tips of fingers clinging to their youth have now relented and rephrased

But That’s nun of my concern
I Gotta keep it g
They ain't giving sympathy
That’s To who it may concern
And They don’t wanna see you eat
Could never

Long hair, high heels, finger tips
I lose my mind when she moves her hips
She`s got the smile of a rising sun
She's dangerous like a loaded gun

Let

magic in your finger tips
Because I almost taste your lips
I know you feel it too
It’s written all over you
Time stalls
The world stops spinnin’
My mind

names all up on the floors
The bridge between the plains we roam
The idle town I used to call home
Your finger tips and angel lips
Fixes to my love

in calloused fingers if the hands attached aren't blue
Whoda thunk
They'd give a hog caller trophy to someone like you

Where's my prescription pair

Yea
Haunted by my emotions
While I write my shit
Imma talk my shit
She gotta attitude ion like that bitch(What)
Can't trust I'll pull on my

you was so pretend
 I’m ong bok savage 21, savage stuntin on my ex BITCH
Balling in my new whip, my 38 full of hollow tips
Conversation full of sweet

bet you know I'm a callin'
Burn the finger tip lick a burnin stick reach for my lover and watch the flic

I'm movin', movin' to the groovin, If your

decisions way
Before the outcome
So if you mess up now, you worse off later
You’re welcome for all the stuff I did
I’m frozen up like finger tips
Touching

probably is
(ouh)
Put a finger on his keyboard, it sticks
Send a text to his ex, yep, dick pics
With a mind that is easily addicted
"one tip for a bigger

you speaking Spanish
It's ill, I was warned by Ecstasy and Jalil
Watched friends disappear like Whodini for real
I never lie on my clique, I'd rather