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closer I can taste it
Hold up wait you mean you never got the memo
10-4
Sprinkled seeds as then proceed to wait until it’s 10 fold
Manifest ya destiny just

money 'cause
It come in abundance
Rum-pum-pum-pum, drummer boy come
Run a boy down and then snitch on his mate
Yeah
You gotta be family to eat from this

at all
Whether you getting the calls
Know that its written in bold letters telling

I said really it's Butters when my pup drops fur
Couldn't stop Mr. Yote

'm Kobe I'm flexing my wrist
I'm looking for nothing but peace
But niggas don't wanna be friendly
So I'm coming for all of you niggas
Run it back for all

Fuol: 

My brain was trained by Custom Auto 

I'm the spit boxer, I keep vodka in my water bottle 

Thirstin Howl: 

Put em' down hand skills not

"You could do what you want, but no hip-hop around here"
A cop told her on the day that she opened
Dubbed a mecca by the day that we closed it
The only

will it be my time
Stressing hard not enough seconds in my time line
On the run mad shit to get done
By the time I catch my breath already half past one

a chance
To prove I’m worth
I can show you the real meaning of loyalty
Don’t confuse me with others you can run
Me over with a car take my heart out and step

heart desires
All my survival rations, fashion
Spare parts and pliers
I got the tools that you
Need, so for expertise, to me they run
So living my life

pretending boy I can ignorant
Wishing you never got into this
Boy do you know who you dealing with
I go retarded y'all party just started, will I'm pulling up

I could home the homeless, and they'll still paint me the villain
Came to cure the rap game, you can call me penicillin
My cadence scarin' niggas,

’m Logan
I can never die, “always live” done became my slogan
Dotun been wit me since inner city hoops
Don’t make me finish you
Jesus take the wheel, I been

Lock the door give myself just a minute
Can't figure out what the fuck I've been feeling
Dirty South walk by criminal seedlings
I'm on route always

out. Moana
Directed by belief, process it - Chipolata
Pull up both my socks, hold it up by a Garter
You see a kingdom, im'a build it
You see i got guts,

and you know men dont cry
Had to let you go even though it hurt inside
All by myself
Now I had to turn to these rhymes
Its the only way I know to release my

Why you flexing like you dope
Ain’t no question I’m the goat
Got this pressure ima smoke
I’m professional lil hoe
Out my section if you broke
Sipping

dealing in parks
I passed the parcel
Now we dealing in cars
Walking in france
Stare at the stars
My own guys showing me love from far
Don't bell me if you

talking like Clyde
If you slip I'm a catch you, I won't let the yute slide
Talk about you caught lives, get away you caught life
Think their fucking with

on the next morning I'll
Send you an army
Do not defy me, undermine me or lie to me
Ask me politely, but answer me nicely
Fore I am your King, so shall it be
So

the dick, she say she can’t take it
How you change up the beat? How you change up yo flow?
Number 1 answer, by fucking yo hoe
The money I paid it, the money I

can't afford it
Hit his girl from the back and you know I recorded it
Ain't talking about flea but we trap by the market
You can come shop cause the trap

you can have it
Im fucking on baddies
That put all my dick on their palate
For Gucci
For Jimmy
I drape her
Chanelly the fabric
She opened her eyes like

się nie klei
Ważne by choć raz w miesiącu mieć dyktando u nadziei
Żeby w serca kajeciku po literkach zanotować
I powtarzać sobie cicho takie

music baby
Like I even try
Most of the time I'm with my guys
Prolly getting fucking fried
Sorry baby didn't mean to make you cry
Roxies got me in the sky