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face
Gucci, Fendi, Prada's
Not a thing
I've been wearing what I want
I'm investing in my team
Fuck your feelings
I don't care about Em
I just want that

Last night her and I sat in my car
Talking about the people who fucked us up (and over)
It's funny how many times your name came up, from both of us

a quarter to three
In the morning
My dogs are all in mourning
Pouring out some liquor
Like Abed and troy
We snoring
We scoring
Cop pull us over
Say to get out

theres no enjoyment
always sayin goodbye
so
i'm just stuck in between
sayin fuck it and leave
or giving another try

giving tries
are hard to do
harder

an amputee, things and such
I put that boy up in a chokehold
No angel dust
His bitch gon' choke up on the
Dick until it strangle her
(DJ on the beat so it's

suppose to be brothers what the fuck are you doing dog
Never in a million years they convince me that you would talk
Always thought that you'd stay solid do

give her dick
We gonna Smoke & sip
What you tryna get
Got some invader zim let’s take a trip
So Get it how you live it
And I’m running up the digits
How

to the fence 
How did I get caught up in this

Fly away 

I was not planning on this 
Life is not making no sense 
I put my all into this, I had to switch up my

So here you are again
Listening the voice in this bloody tape
Wondering like is he real?
Is this nigga fake?
Is this shit really a classic?
Was it

time for me is me in this youth

You can't change your Life
By changing your shoes
You can't see the sun in the
Night but you can do
Trust in your body

rappers
But she has a special thing
For the starters
Having sex all in the cities
Sarah Jessica Parker
I love women
And my women love me back
And you know

as an eMCee
Since all o' y'all are woke, I hope you find me when you sleep
I used to write about you, mara outie yam' angisakwazi
Ang'sazi how it was, ngathi

bitch used to call me narcissistic
Little did I know how sarcastic it is
Made her move like a spastic till I jizz
Bust
Busty Bossy In the yard with

on go (hoe)
I need a bitch that's gon' go (go)
I need a bitch that's gon' get on her knees and suck the dick just like a pro (pro)
AR-15 with a scope,

John Mayer
Cause there's no such thing
Fake diamonds on my haters
No bling, bling, bling
No, not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
She's grinding

there
You don't know me, how could you
I ain't know myself like I'm Dexter
That's a disorder you fakes are used to
Put me on death row, things I done make

I'm fucking two bad bitches, how did I get 'em both
Poison in their veins from the past and I am the antidote
Tell 'em I'm a drug and I'm hoping they

I'm not what you call a regular competitor
Lyrics so hot it's like I put them in a kettle you're
Baffled by verbs, the conditions and terms
Examine

hopes
Being the last that you have
At least then you can take for grant-ed
Give me five K and I'll love myself that day
Results are the only thing I feel

the first guy

So you feel like, ah, I'm better than that
Okay, but what are you doing in your life
If you're living a life to where you're not exposed

this dick but some how you still so petite
Yeah but I still gotta stay humble lemme take a fucking seat
What do you want
Is it a trip overseas or a trip

swagg why they dick riding
Say u whip it in the kitchen gotta serve the client's
Oh u real I don't trust u 
Real G's move in silence
They touch us do

me I rock
So in Colorado they calling me boulder
They see HOW I shake with the Uzi
So all of these FANS be calling me shoulders so swerve

Swerve, you

I want my money like Mr. Ren
I Pull up in a new black Benz
You niggas wanna live how I live
These women love when I'm Mr. Ren

All my bitches issa