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it to
I ain't cuffing that lil' smut, I don't love nothing
Talk about shit you wanna fuck, let me hold some

Cause ain't shit free, bitch, you better

so damn sexy 
I can tell how you pop your shit 
That you definitely from Texas 
Let me fly you out so we can 
Make a connection 
Cause even a hot girl

only doing me bringing all the hate
They gonna claim to fuck with me when I'm at the top
By that time my nigga you already know it's too late
Uh
Imma die

like commercial

J, pass me the zoot
Play pound up, I'm lardy or two
Fuck dem man, you got ten man
But he'll get licked down by the army of two

(Ayo sis, wats guud I got sum work fo you wats up?
Shit watz the word let me know watz up!
Ight bet fosho fosho!)
In love wit the money he can't even

loved you more
It took me by surprise I must say 
When I found out yesterday 
Don't you know that I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer

molly
I ran out of pleas for niggas to cop
You stick by his side then you gone get shot
This double g Gucci not regular socks
I feel like Mike Phelps when

me, give a fuck about you, yeah
I can do bad all by myself, self
Yeah, I got it on my own, I don't need no fuckin' help
That's how I feel

asking much to me that's who I live for
I hate to be dramatic but that's what I love
The emotion, the art, the expression of the noun that I'm rhyming with

Paris calls
And asks if he
Could make this girl
His bride to be

Her father says she'll be ripe to be a bride
Just let two more summers wither in their

and
You-know-who starring in her Broadway
Eastern western proudly presents
Mack Dillan as played by Warner Olan

"Shiny gun that go now bang
Bang go ching ching"

barely show love
But shawty look good by me
With a golden ring
But its just a fling Ugh hu
Feeling so old antique
Kinda cold I think
Get a coat on me Ugh

say they love you
Better do my thing
Edgin' out this pain
Life or death
I'm ready for what any may bring
Middle fingers, bring ‘em up
Show them

the expletives
All of your songs are repetitive
All of your feelings, insensitive
All of you makes me contemplative

I can't understand what you say
Your accent

Don't be surprised by repeated behavior
Fool me once but there's no fooling me twice
Fuck nigga fee so I'm raising the price
Don't dap me, don't touch me

late
It ain't what it seems you really be fake
Like what are you mad for
Looking for love it's a trap door
Feel like I'm running and running
But it all

title, man, what a pain
I would say I'm a player, but don't I don't have a game
They wouldn't call me a player cause I've never had a dame
Not that I don't

free time
Turn ya phone off baby this is me time
Me and you can make love on the weekend
Or I can beat that thang up when you need mine
But understand I

appointment
Point me to where the weed at
I been smoking everyday that's my vice but I don't need that
For the victory that's bittersweet
One day treat you like

is dying it’s turning me savage
Eyes way too low cause i’m smoking on cabbage
My maw say it’s bad but it’s just how i manage
If you wit me then you one

I think im dreading emptiness and thinking how
I've been thinking out
Loud 
So tell me if were full yet
In the back of a class fulla heads
Thinking

Dear God thank you for leading me down this path
I’m thankful for the man that I am
At first 
I didn’t understand now I see the tribulations that it

to the floor
And just say to em'
Ooh
I been thinking of you
I been thinking of you
I want you to think of me too
Ooh
I said ooh
I been thinking of you
I been

told me
You said I love you in the morning
By the beach in the summer sun

2 years so strong
But now she's moving on, she's moving on
To another, ugh my