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Cardi…Easy…Baby
They prep and cook it up, serve by dishing up
Gossipers like chemist in lab coats, they mix it up
Pour poison in your cup and then

Welcome to the koala tape by Young Deshi
Every beat was created on Young Deshi's iPhone
Most prolific, contract killa with no provision
But my tape

I'm Ace
Swag is so different, they loving my taste
So all these niggas try copy and paste

I'm the one mix D&G and Playboy
When I come through they do

be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe

Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it

like it rough huh
Ima beat it up
Girl you ain't saying nun
Smack that ass and choke you up
I'm a g wit it
Shorty don't tease me
And I ain't with

the mic is gripped by Spide, you better know that it's time to ride
Go to the show prep then step get it right here we giddy-up giddy and go
My lyrical

Back to back like drizzy
On they dog ass I been smelling like a pound when I walk pass
Bad bitch off of Rosecrans pimp shit we don't hold hands
G

you right by my side I’ll make shit seem like resorts
Yeah I’ll make things seem like a resort
And if you keep it G and vibing with me then yes ofc

Night time swagger
Patience is the word of the year
That's a virtue
Sit-in on ya ass everyday
That's gone hurt you
Yeah ya gotta work brodie
Sis you

shit
The antagonist of it
Doc ock and killer croc fused in a mix
Ya boy Yung halogen hitting all em licks
Same time I'm crossing over river Styx
Goddam

Love frequencies 
Quite deep indeed 
Way more to this 
Immortalist 
Imported whip speed 
Crispy young slick g
Miss me with the sick greed 
Thick

relax time is a grind
Hold my spirit for the first time
I'm in another dimension
Connecting to the entities and they do guide me to ascension
Eye contact

see all my extras
Mix the tol' with the work

Pick my nigga up before he falls face first
Life is a bitch then you die is it a gift or a curse
Made

Facts (Beat by @Kiddogenius) (English) (2022) (Lyrics)
	(Intro)
	(Verso)
Facts, I give 'em, I gottem, I speak ‘em,
You live yo life around lies,

It'z ok bro
I got a itch
And only you can get the scratch
There ain't no mix and match
Tear the latch
Reminisce on the times
Where we let too many go
I'm

Drop a pack on my younger , tell him flip that
120 on the dash I been doing hella laps
I'm telling bro take time cuz we just might crash
I got too

(Verse 1)
Remember the time you were down and out
You needed a hand and I stucc mines out
Burnt so many bridges I started to doubt
That our

like that by design
I fuck on yo bitch i do that all the time
Got infity money but limited time
My brothers for life I got infinite slime
If that bitch

48 em he thought I was crip
Whole time I was packin da 5th said they smoking on savv so im blasting da smith
Like damn
40 barking shit Fuck up my hand

If I Speak 
In The Trap Like Mouse 7 Days Out The Week 
I Do Waffle House Numbers 20 Dollars For A G
His This Blunt 3 Times Put A Nigga Ass To Sleep

because I'm getting by 

I know my Mumma probably cried on the day I arrive 
I know the jakes will feel proud if they lock up my guys 
You know some body

singer, producer, do you think he down with it? Nah
He wasted my time with all his native talk
I can't believe he said it "bist jo ned da Jamie fox"
I will

Two cups in I'm feeling the drip
We taking a flick I'm feeling the bitch
Not by the hairs of my chinny of chins
They closing the door I'm kicking it

And I'm a different story (ha!), feeling out of line
in that deuce so I think I need a whole different story!
Can't judge a book by it's cover
comes to yay