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such grace
I see yo waist thin, thick thighs juicy fruit in between em
Girl can I get a taste
You make a man give his life to Christ (yeah uh)
You make

Racks, racks
Racks, racks
Racks, racks
Racks, racks
Racks, racks
Racks, racks
Racks, Racks
Racks

He want the static then tell him come get it my

in me now so ain't no hurting me
The ones that I love stab me in the back and did the worst to me
Tell 'em your secrets you gon hear it from the birds

bruh
Make these niggas Casper
Docs help em, but seldom
Oh well, they failed him
Had tried, to tell them
My breed, can smell them
Hell come, then bedlam

see how much she can find
Bitch not a dime
An what make em think that they stressing me
Still trynna get the best of me boy I'm a better me
Kush clouds

for the 043
Now run it back!

Tell em that you wanna be as big as the dream that you selling
You dont wanna be the ghost of the East 
Do the most for

money
Ima spend mine gettin money
Ima spend mine gettin
(Huh)
(Look)
(Look)
You can tell by the swagger this Ain't my first hit
Never amused wit these

the situation, probably made me crazy
My momma call, tell me boy stay up out them streets
You got a cousin in the county, while you running from police
No

spinned The Ben killed two men made em relocate
Ain’t going play no games with no nigga Ima blow nigga
That boy coochie he hoe nigga hang with broke niggas

better tell that boy to vest up
And I been thanking God 'cause he blessed us
Chains on my neck but ain't no one arrest us
Been through hard times I ain't

would not give that shit to both your sons and your daughters you gave all that shit to the drugs 
My sister asked why are we by ourselves 
No dad cuz

cause I'm dominant by Nature
Flavor of the month, I tell 'em to thet can keep theirs favors
Have a screamin, like the doctor induce her into labor
I ain't

flying out
You had yo chance so ion wanna see you cryin now
Fuck by da window we done fucked around and knocked da blinds down
He talkin shit I see dat boy

I’m trynna, paint a picture, for all these little niggas
Ones that say they love you won’t hesitate when they switch up
When you see em in person

I swear i got so drunk last night
I dont even remember going to sleep
Two freaks in my suite wit pretty feet
One of em rolling up weed
The other po’n

the truth at all niggas ain't for you

Fuck him though leave them
I'll be Ight bro 
Learned that I don't need em 
We don't share a chromosome 

Get it by any

boys, don't want nothing but something that they don't know about
Culture makes it cute but it traps you & you won't get out
I told you
If he don’t treat

Steppin on em
Like some
Sneakers
They be buggin out
Like seizures
I be actin so facetious
Ima fuck the
World and give
It to her raw
Then she gunna
Tell me

And nothing would
Impress em
Don't need validation
From a critic or professor
Play something for me
So my mind can rest up
Get my shit together
I can't tell

Imma be a lil lambat
Onnu erundu moonu nallu
Spit that out they be saying its fire
Sarakku past by need her number
Tell the makkals to stop staring

get the fuck)
Fresh what you tell him?
He say fuck em we get busier (You know that, know that, know that)
Yeah
Fuck them niggas feelings I came out

the funk
Step up to the front
No you can’t tell my life
If you had these Nikes
God damn, that boy got a head
And he 20 feet tall, not a flex
You do no wrong,

on the map (imma put em on the map)
You can look me in my eyes and tell I ain't the same
I put my trust in you lil bitch, bought you a diamond ring
And then

I Dance Beyond all of yo sections
Never thought it be this way
Oh boy I find it so depressing 
The days just go by faster
Last trip  that was