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Gotta move on over to the side
Bad girl, she fine
Ghetto babe, might be my wife

Americano Mexicano, she can taste it
I don't know how I did it but I

these rules and the book that they live by
She give me brain like she went to Devry 
That bih can cook that bih can fry 
That bih know that ain’t nothing

the jump, no other way
Had it bottled up, now I'm lettin' it all spray
The smell of confidence on that boy is Sauvage, babe
And nowadays, niggas see me

, it's the life I chose
I never used to try, but I ain't lyin', now I'm tryin' more
It's like a rubber by a porch then try and talk
I'll tell you how

bed
Said it's hard girl use yo heeead
I would get no reeest
Running through the creeest
Late night send the teeext
Babe let me fuck out yo streeeesss

can't go back
Only you control that
You got me gripped by my neck
I feel that
Oh, that
Some loves are never meant to be, yeah

I'm fuckin', I'm fuckin' it

commas
It all makes since
I watch my bag to a flip
Naw I ain’t rich yet
But I get that bitch wet quick
Can’t chase a hoe
Chase a limp
Money don’t snitch

the crowd
It's a cloud when they catch ya
If you allow the pressure of
The sound to carress ya
Drummers huddle and struggle to snuggle by the heat
Bodies look

ridiculous
But, you're the one that I'm sticking with
'Til I'm dead and gone, can you picture it?
So, when I'm gone, you'll remember me
By the time we spend,

telling me this shit sucks
You don't know a damn thing about me babe
I got one mission, that's to get this cake
You keep doin you, I ain't throwin shade
But

Dreamt had 3 bodies divided by 2
Fuck with me nigga
I thought you knew
Everything round me bangin red
Some you wont understand
Im the plumber man
Go

superior
She ain't even got no self respect
I really done 2 million views in a week
2 bags from tekky lil steps
"It's a tekky lil step"
You say that I'm

Some guys act like bitches 
Day of Christmas got me going on 
He called my baby crazy 
But he know he's just insane yea
You a stowaway yea
Bet you by

Yo This song is dedicated to some People who did me wrong
Yeah Yeah
It’s all Love though
Ez The Artist
Going the Hardest
It’s Ez The Artist, Yeah

Ain't no need to stress girl, leave it all to me
You've had enough stress
from being upset all the time
with a nigga that could never come correct
You got

All the things that I did, and the white lies
I found you I lost me I had to pay the price
Huh this life shit's cold
They all want gold
It's not easy, u

Get with Christ, walk in faith
You and me need his grace

Livin' by the law, babe, you're gonna get it wrong
Livin' by the law will make you dead

smoking fokkol
Say you puffing grade but actually it's pondo
Tryna get this babe cos these hoes ain't loyal
Her body so reg she belongs in a porno

Baby

then, you still a bitch
Emo nigga with a clitoris
You were a bitch back then, you still a bitch
They call me naughty dog
Round of applause
When it comes

it, I'm out the closet, I got a lot a pride
But I'm just getting by
So what do you expect me to do?
I'm out here trying to learn myself while I'm trying

was soothing 
Friday night that’s litness smoke that tree I ain’t talking about Christmas 
Smoke me a zombie I ran man down I just done it quickness

knows how I feel except God as my witness,

Takin day by day recognizing all His blessins,

He gave me the gift of my voice, so I’m stickin

And you tell me how he treats you And I just cant fathom it Tryna give that man excuses And I just ain't having it But thats alright, fuck that man I gotta

how many times do I have to tell you baby
That I'm not him and I am not the one to break ya 
So tell me where I need to kiss it babe
Baby let me love