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And i just wana let you know im bout to drop a song called
I aint shit yaknow its about you but
Im just being real
Every morning round 10 10
's & O's, X's & O's
I got a real one. fucked with them hoes
They ain't do it for me, fuck did I know
Drenched her in snow, X's & yeah
Imma drop on em like
confined to a corner
Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets
This time... stress... giving
and all my niggas
South side, One Direction
Tens and tens and tens and tens
Got lens that make direction
Flow to my location
Lowkey I'm in Cali just
The path he made, the steps we take We're never alone, his love awake
We sing our song, we do our dance And by his grace, we have a second chance
checkmate, terminate, never late, contemplate
Mindstate is never fake, hesitate you lose
No shoes ever do I kick around in boots
I simply drop the science that
perception, need direction, Got suggestions?
Wait a second, pay attention, try confession, try repentance
No pretending, then comes tension, with exceptions,
drop out
To grade ten drop out
To summer '05 with the grey Benz drop out
Charcoal Charger
Racin' through back streets
On my (Craig David) shit
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the graveyard
Spar in the same ring
Now it's house by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
Ay First base
(First Base) Ay Ay First place (First place)
In the game no second place resurrected risen in that first place
Now you know what I'm
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
(Rand, innocence)
I'm the man you get no second chance (Man, chance)
Last night on her mind know you reminisce
She ten outta ten (Ten ten ten ten ten)
She
your pain, I feel your pain
One decision up in flames, can't feel the ground
No direction all alone deafening silent sounds
Pool of tears, trapped in
tracks 12 bars by the dozen
Might drop an ep
Then cop some diamonds talkin vvs
Shining like riri no umbrella
See growin up ima cold fella
Heating beats up
second to nobody you gotta be joking
They say I'm arrogant
Well so what fuck niggas emotions huh
I know that you know that every i drop can take the show
stops
the sky drops
Thirty seconds is all it takes
to wipe away your brave face
sixty seconds is all you get
to change your story
you be blessed
Ninety
directions (ha)
You'on wanna cross this intersection (nah)
Olu Ase:
The flows current, I birthed a wave that caused tsunamis
No pseudo can confine me
now I know you don't like me
Talking like you not gon spite me
I hear your bullshit politely
Second by second you plotting
I see your plan like a time
the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that's the Cali' way
Drop a lil' check, everybody lit (lit)
Drop a lil' check, everybody rich (rich)
Drop a lil'
F-R-A-N-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
The purpose of her life isn't yours to understand
'Cause she's so free from the man
Who's that girl does what no one can?
That's Franxx!
She's
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