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cosmic babe
I watch you fly by like a comet baby
Ninety nine times I could find you babe
But I just need one chance
You're my babe
Yeah I just need one

Heat sensor on the 'R, call me Call Of Duty
He a street fighter, hit his ass with the Hadouken
Back doored by a bitch, that shit too flukey
Gravitated

They'll keep me smiling
They'll keep me laughing
Inspired by joy
It's a positive distraction
Everybody going thru things
We ain't focused on the bad
Niko

Jealousy something you can't hide
I've been winning by a landslide
Rollercoasting with my hands high
I really been stressing
But all of these blessings
Keep

nigga
I'mma fly by
On the i9
It’s blue lights
Put it in live
I get new life
Whenever she ride
I pull to the side
Let’s make this shit right
You wanna

I'm so high I don't want to come down
Used to make mistakes but at least I know now
Life been on the move I don't want to slow down
Baby turn that

and shit
On the grind cause there's no other way to get them riches
So you got to keep it up keep it up
head up high yeah at times I get cross faded ain't no

FaceTime him my Pussy from the bathroom
Everything high maintenance heard I'm way too much to handle
Fucking with the scammers credit cards gon' need a max

girls don't look like much
Never judge a book by its cover
I be saying' hi to your mother
She gon' drop her pants if she said she want supper
I'm in

to places
You've never known
I'll be your partner in life
Your ride or die
Be by your side
Through lows and highs
Ain't no tide strong enough
To pull you away

Excellent, excellent, excellent

Yo, okay, okay
I'm Slidin' around, glidin' and I'm flyin
Why you pussy ass niggas be high

Yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, uh,

j'suis  le  dos  d'âne,  j'suis  le  pipeline  t'es  le  chômage
T'es  une  arnaque  j'suis  ton  cauchemar,  j'ai  les  high  five  t'es  le  tocard
T'es

pomóc szczęściu
Rano kawa w dzień Red bull na noc yerba nie piwko
Na rezerwach dwa dni bez snu by móc zdobyć wszystko

Strefa komfortu obca jak strefa 51

the stars
Gettin' tatted by Phor
Ain't no charge at the door
We only rich cause we was poor
VLong and Dior
Bought my daughter Michael Kors
Throwin' money

on the wrist we ain't tryna cool down
Price for the hit, I'll body a coupe, bloaw
Run up on the scene like a Hollywood news foul
Tmz hoes drunk by the pool

so dope, ma pen stay poppin
Ma shots arch so high you could neva block em
I shoot often man you'll neva top em
Ceddy Go
Man You'll neva stop em
Nah

Fuck them niggas, put a K behind they name
Scoring bucks by my lonely, feel like Giannis without Dame
Bad bitch wanna fuck me and I aint even get her

last year
Before we hit the high gear
When nobody cared?

These copy cats are getting feral now
We're building sandcastles out from
Their ashes now

prove can't take none high
Can't take nothing with you 
Never let the hate come get you
No I don't take no issue
Promise I'm a get right with you
Shorty

rhyme
Like I'm on my grind, tryna shine
Do another line, I need some time
I'm just tryna get by, I remember all of your lies
I remember all of your cries,

To her i'm a prize, she heard I got ties
She wan' fuck but first get high, while I plan my morning lie
Because i'm gone, try to catch me slippin
Henny got

the same since the first couple times I ran away
Honestly I can't remember anything from high school
Real ones know my situation
I don't have to lie to you
I

over, leave em in the rear
A lot of y'all dear to me 
A lot of y'all just deer 
Stuck in em headlights tryna get that head high
Buyin designer but can't

licorice
Wanna suck my whoa! Taste it
Finger lickin' good some sweet shit
Sugar high dum dum I'm so lit
Now and later
I be the star burst in flavor