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ran through the 17, I'm tryna make it home
Told me to touch it for the picture
Stay sippin' drink by the liter
Just peep the view
Check it out, how I

crazy
This against the grain, wanna have yo' baby
Needed attention, I'm there when you call
Then I felt like I was chasing my tail 
Don't know the feeling

home with me
My last name I had to tuck her
My life a movie
She is tha rydah she ain't not a groupie
She slide up I do her then she do me
She boy I can't

down
But by the way

If I'm being Honest
Most of it was toxic
Talking every night
It was always one sided
Don't know what the vibe is
Baby whats

I'm back home zonin' I'm showing the coastline,
Mad love to my peeps in the county of St. John's,
Old Coast, Bokeh, the crew at Brewz & Dawgz,
Fill

it's hard for you to
Niggas keep it fifty but i'ma keep it hunnid
Hate to see you leavin'
But you love when money comin'
Think they fuckin' with me
Baby

your last breath or ba-by,
You put 'em, now when I leave earth, I'll eat a di,
And I'ma never follow, my only thought is to "Just allow everybody to feel

Rollin' on 20's

Lil' Flip

2 Fast 2 Furious

2003

us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope it's cold cause I'm comin' wit my heata
I'm on the Fleeta, doin one

Money

Gold Money

A Day in the Life of a Player

1992

on the Rover
The way I put it on a nigga sober
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Johovas
Ya'll already know that Charli's in charge
Weekly

Money

Gold Money

Thundadome

2000

on the Rover
The way I put it on a nigga sober
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Johovas
Ya'll already know that Charli's in charge
Weekly

And if that nigga don't wanna help, fuck it
Do it by yourself
But put in effort to better your situation
If not for y'all, then do it for the baby

"Refrain:
You can feel my heart
You can be my love
I will be there ...
Whenever you just walk on by

FATIMA - yo, that's my name so check it out
I

the slopes
I play on mountains in Vermont and you play with ya nose
Ayo I ain’t knockin the fiends
By any means
Shit all praises due cuz they paid for my skies

Steppin' on shit, I done fucked up my big toe

Feet bleedin', nigga, I don't shoot out no windows
Shot the chop, he got low, six-four
Shit talker, baby, I'ma

cover up my eyes
Don't wanna get in a fight
I might fuck up your whole night
Get up out the way
You know that we comin thru
You such a lil pussy
You don't

I paint with colours boy oughta be some kind of photographer Writer somethin' Someone's baby tellin stories Before and we's Record the scenes in

(Picture this)
Lil' old me getting racks like Nordstrom
Ain't nobody lemme in they ear I forced 'em
(Idiot)
And I'm bringing home more portions
Baby

semantics
Or better yet, study this Arachnamantics
I'm rowdy like Roddy the Piper
I flex my skills and take rhymes home
The quicker the sicker the bigger

the Building, No
Imma need 4, 5 Shots of Patron
Pull up with ease
I know you see me in my zone
You came with ya man
But tell him you ain't comin' home
I just

better than the photos
I can't find your house, send me the info
Drivin' through the gated residential
Found out I was comin', sent your friends home
Keep

on the scene with binocular
Fajardo Bayamon me and Ramon
Chrome K-Tone back to San Juan my pops home
Sit on the throne like a king of my ca'
Take mine genuine

on the other side, gang gang and my hoodie tied
Wonderin' if a pussy died when I'm gettin' back on ends
Had some olders, pressured them, they ain't comin' back

to comfort you
Puttin my trust in you no tellin
If you comin back home baby you could tell me
That you won't do this that you won't do that
But god is the one

You know? 
Turn me up (tss)

This for all my thugs who ain't heard me in a minute
Like, ten Ms comin', when I get it, I'ma split it
This for all