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(AR, AR, AR)
Okay

So slime, so slime
So slime, so slime
So slime, so slime
So slime, so slime (slatt, okay)

Slatt (slatt), slime love

send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek

your fake love I'm not sorry don't need ya
Took her ass home I don't eat her I beat her
Jewels on the floor like a nigga spilled liters
Of water I'm

Just hit send and now I've been, struggling hoping that our love's for win
It was fate that brought us together, whether we weather the storms it's up

mess with the kid
I know guys that'll put something sharp in ya rib
For the love of the money niggas run up in your crib
For the love of the street

at my bank account
Bitch, add it the fuck up
Matter fact, I'm not doing too much
Bitches just not doing enough
How 'bout that? Now send that to your group

a false move and I'm bombin your building
How can you hate, but I only showed love
I elevated and pulled people up
Struggled for years, I got it out the mud

You seen I did that whole shit in 5 minutes that one time
Oh by the way
Issa mufuckin' Profit World everybody just live in this mufucka
Bitch can't

Won't you come up and see the comet?
Where there's freedom, plenty of it
Here's your ticket, be atomic
And if you try you're gonna love it
So why don't

passing her by she like why I never reply
Cause you not on no freak shit
What you give me your number for if you ain't fucking
I'm swiping like let me

disjam
Imo
Them go dey floss dey speak Ibo dey collect people cashew nuts for disjam
BY
Them no send with white singlet dey sip kai kai dey hala for disjam

come in, don't be scared
Revealing that the Jash is a
Mask with too much time
And far too much love for an old band gone by
'Cos this is a passion

notes, they stress that bond to tear
Its rigid, like a tug of rope, can't say that I love you
Cause I don't really know what love is, don't talk too much

time
Synced with the rhythm, I ain't going to change mine
Fall in love with Her, is it going to A-lign
See a sunset, thunderstorm with the rain-shine,

babe Ruth
I'm built like
Ortiz
Send it home for the sweep
Blow you down 6 feet
His momma weep
His Momma weep
Your Son
Shouldn't
Of dissed
Now his ass

& he going all in
I’m the MTL villain & I’m going back in
Joker & Drew, that’s my brother, my twin
Don’t send me your song
Put that shit in the bin
Y’all

adopt your Big Mac

I love ye but I don't know what I'd do with a third Donda
If you asked me if I was tired of him I'd be like "kinda"
I left Salinas in

homie k to make some fucking noise
Im giving you a choice on how I send you to the void
Todays gon be the day
Yes todays gon be the day
Im tryna see how

or fall
Every bars a fire ball
Still cold enough to send a chill through your spinal cord
I'm the one the youngins and OGs get excited for
Power right

act like we homies…
Don’t act like you know me, I’m feeling like Tony…
Montana, the world is mine…
By the end of the night, bet your girl is mine…

I would love to see you take me for granted
Would love to pull out this stick and do damage
Got cake, but you ain't do nun for your family
That hate,

Bro love the fast money
Guess that he hate patience
Glock 40 send him to the
Moon like a space station
Passing shit out like I
Maxed out my playmaking

Pour the bleach upon your ear for my testament
I can prove it once you see me for my excellence
Hold my breath of winter air till the message sends
We

Love for My Slum

N-Dubz

Uncle B

2008

love for the feds
But I've always had love for my slum
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So my people in the slum put your hands