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the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't

Aye, Aye
Yea
Aye, Aye
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
You mix bottles and emotions
Emotions you cannot grasp
You're supposed to be here for me
Out of control,

and even when you do
You still could get fucked
That's just what it is, but you knew that
Now you thinking when your mom said
"Don't do that"
You sittin' in

act like they exclusive
Racks Out
Bitch you know it’s a movie
I’m going nuts throwing on that shit mix Amiri with Louie
Do Dior with some Pucci
Bitch I

(I keep)
(Yea)
I keep thinking bout you
I'm not sure what I'll do
If you knew like I knew
I would be who you choose
I keep thinking bout you
I'm not

Contra on the mix
I need you to show me what you do, and how you do it bae
I ain't really tryna waste no time, no let's get to it aye
You start

Black Out

Young Thug

Jungle Rules

2017

the pills and liquor 'til we black out

My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you

You tryna' get wit' the crew
You tryna' get yo' pockets full
If you wanna make some money come and get some
I be chillin' with the crew we be in the mix

don't you come around my studio with that fake shit
500 for the track fifteen for the mix
Donnie W 
You can hit me up we making it
Aiming for the fucking

There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always

to nobody while you're there
If you get back, we going shopping for Chanel
Busting checks, and we gon ball
You should be here by tomorrow
We ain't coppin

They beat everyone to drip harder
They ain’t got me thinking wrong I’m not a shotta
Late night evenings they mix it up with soda
I don’t need to trap

of your soul and body and mind
Problems to be told and foreseen in time
Gotcha thinking back at the times gone by
Leaves you hopeless with the need to fly

Yeah, caged bird
Something like a caged bird
Caged bird
Yeah, look

You ain't a man till you stop chasing your friends, my nigga
Think for

Junglebook

Inspired by the drugs that my uncles took
Same one I come to cook
Phones ringing off the hook
The plugs doing numbers 
Just because

the bird you can call it a sign
I came to body em, I'm never worrying
Thinking bout numbers leave that to the followers
Talk so much shit are they rapping

you Lord
Let's take a vacation
Its some views I gotta shoot to you Lord
I been thinking about making a million
So listen up
Just because you have it
It

I’m thinking god

(Yah dig)

You know you know ima floss

(You know)

You know I be switching up Jordan’s 

Bitch You know that I ain’t finna argue

a cold day in hell
When I froze or my foes make me fail
Like that cold day before OJ
Had to go straight to jail
While you're thinking you're hot on my coat

all too slow
And now we watch it grow
'Cause we believe in the saying
It's what we've been obeying
That you reap what you deeply sow
We are different by

the same nigga by myself i don't need 100 goons
Been running wit vot that nigga stuck with me like glue
They just want my spot why you mad cuz it ain you
She

Rolling up pam mix with that Helen

Remember when I use to ask why- y me
Opportunities went by me 
How could you deny me 
Say you stay beside me
Say that

the master is on the Mic
No drug can compare to my perspective of Flight
I'm just a vehicle, driven by the Flame, you the same
Bringer of knowledge in this 3D

You aren't contemporary you're just temporary 
Me they will still play this once I'm dead and buried 
Because I'm permanent like this buzz