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the bro's 
She got me going out my way and 

I can't help myself 
I'm falling down  
Over 
You 
Oooohhh 

Like
Okay baby 
No I don't play baby 
Let me float

Confirm my facts from a stutterer, he'll say "True..true"
I'm married to the game, she calls me "boo boo"
Coz I give her something hard she can bump her

of you when they see you start to win
I been chasing paper, sometimes I feel like I'm stalking Ben
Eleven shots to his back, we call that nigga Carson

I'm off the porch
I'm doing my thang
Couldn't be tamed
Fuck is you think
Killing the game
This is my lane
We not the same
I'm off the porch
Fuck

from me
Bae Bae
You can lead me
You can drive the Bentley
You can ride the Jet skis
But I can't guarantee
We'll be living LowKey
Naw
Naw
I'm a star now

your own

I don't even want your body, lil' bitch, give me dome
Feel them niggas out them gates gettin' blazed, I'm that clone
Niggas talkin' like they

Won't you take me to your favorite place where it last for ages
And sketch me like a picture with all of your faces
And all of their changes

those touched by God..This Class? Those fools will never pass”
He said
“You'll be beaten weathered and scarred
When you graduate from Hell
But those who

Sippin on bubble
She give me gum, no hubba
I need another
Send me the addy and i be there, i be there, i be there till sunup
Im on the comeup
She

You like me 
I just want to know what 
Your type is

clready know 
How this about 
I've done this before
Why you putting on a show          

Let me be

changing
I remember feelin' like with you I wasn’t aging
I wanna know, yeah I wanna know the truth though
How does this happen, tell me where all the love

feelings
And I know that I'm the illest, You scared to admit it
Pockets B.I.G you can call them fuckers Wallace
Sorta in the game like E.A bitch I'm ballin,

over
And she blow me like a clarinet
Yeah, war ready
Send you up to God, I hope the Lord ready
When you got it then its all funny
Three hundred bitches

bitches, they feel
Ay, know you close to God when you still got a heart
Never let these fuck niggas ever push me out my part
Keep it real, I'ma raise my son

she pass out
Now her manz calling
She told him that she at
Her gramms house
You know me 
I could be a bit devious
Could tell you answer anyway 
Like i

four
Every day and night everyday and night
I'm a bad man bitch I'm bad bad bad
Tryna reach me bet you won't like that
And I'm back on with that black

us feel like this matters
It matters to us that it matters to you
When you stand in the crowd 
With a smile on your face and your fist in the air

form like say na only you be person
E hard to chill with up to five person
Without a snitch whey go want bring down person
Listen
Yet still you need

I bought a line from a girl one day
She took her time
'Til she lost all she had to be found
I met a man in a bar one night
Gave me a light and it

I'm losing no sleep
When you're away, when we never speak
I know where you are, no matter the country, planet or star

You kindle the flame
Inside me

to bed
I heard a voice inside my head and said
Why can't you keep relationships?
I think I'm just brain dead

Everything keeps going bad
And  it makes me

I'm posted wit the homies
N we got them sticks u pull up on us
You better be buying sumn
Ain't no use in you trying nun
But go wit yo move
1 2 3
I just

like bad bitches that'll take me out
It ain't stealing if she left on her own account
Move quiet as a mouse when I'm wrecking your house
Leave that man

You kissed her on the lips when that bitch gave me top
Quick to hit a liq and put diamonds in my watch
I can't stop
Fake ass Rollie I could hear that