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the good times we swore would never end 
Talkin' 'bout your favorite Coldplay song
Singing Yellow all night long 
I swear the stars were shining just for us

need a bullhorn for talkin over me
You better backtrack
Say that to my face and mother fucker that's your last rap
For your future's sake hope you're

wanna act like we aint talkin'
And no this time you cannot change the topic
Why you gotta front like you don't want me
Girl you know I'm more than just

a key im kickin down does
Kickin down doe
Knockin up hoes
Talkin that shit
You know cant fold
Hit up Zeek
Hit up jay
Yk the gang
They stay on go
Makin

expensive taste
I'm talkin bad Yella bone but On section 8
I'm talkin Dark skin beauty with a perfect shape
I'm in crestmont chillin in some bathin ape
No

Sweezee I got the strap under the Donald duck Gucci sweater
So if a nigga talkin crazy we can do whatever
I got a drank and a cookie fetish

All I want to do is ball out like the kings
I'm talkin bout that Lòuis 13
And money Fallin outta my jeans 

I just wanna go off and take a little

anne, anne
You're manipulative and secretive, and
When i call you up you act innocent
"Oh so this was just a coincidence?"
If people talkin oh, i am

All this money makin me so crazy
All this money makin me so lazy
All the hate they talkin really won't faze me
All the hate they talking really can't

I got plugs like Pablo but I ain't talkin narcos
I could charge you up baby plug me in ya iPhone
All these b****** rhinestones you a f**** diamond

talkin', I get stacks from ballin'
When my music drop yeah, you turn up the volume
Answer when I'm callin', or else you'll be bawlin'

These people always

you lieing and you talkin loud
Been around, with this music never settlin down
Killing sounds since thirteen coming for the crown

I'm from that land,

real slick
 
Aye I'm the king of this bitch
If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna hear the shit
Aye catch me floatin in this bitch
If you ain't with

it on your own 
She so independent she dont wanna be alone
She aint with the talkin if you slippin she go ghost
Know I aint around but keep it real I

down south where she catch a choke and then remorse

She ain't talkin bout leavin
She just talking bout handcuffin
And she be wantin a nigga to cake

Can't hide my feelings anymore 
Fuckin' idiots, talkin' bullshit, bags of scum 24
Open ya mouth, brown waterfall called oral diarrhea
Speakin'

Maybelline
They be talkin bout they paid but be on they knees
I’ma show these young ladies how to succeed
With etiquette, majesty you royalty
I Be on my good

Grind grind grind, that's all I got on my mind
If you aint talkin money then please don't waste my time
Lyrically no mastermind
But I aint gon fall

You are my personal taste
The way you make me feel (Feel)
You're like fine wine (Mmm)
My personal taste
Sittin, chillin here talkin bout you to my

been
I swear you guys are no lifes don't let me catch you  talkin shit again

Fuckin hell. People make me wanna end my life
But these people aren't worth

with her
You're talkin' that shit, straight off of Twitter
You say that you're big, but Imma be bigger
My neck is so cold, remind me of winter
You ain't

I'm saying just: Why you playing with my mind?
I wonder why you talkin all that jazz
And even though you don't, don't mean that
You saying just, gimme

talkin' bout real life shit
So tell me who the fuck gon' blame me, nigga
At zenith, I'm really seein' it all
I mean, I'm readin' these palms
This sermon

a lot
But we stay in touch
Imma be your man for just today
Imma come in clutch

Or we can talk about long term
Late night, chillin in the bed just talkin