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Bitch you gonna die if you wanna fist fight
This time I be trying to shine with these rhymes
Sidekick like the mighty fighting type
I ain't lying you

payment
Learn the game untill it make sense
Coulda knew but it was blatant
Shouldve done but you was hating
This is content
Still aint content
Till my wrist

(Hook)
Pockets Getting Fuller by The Minute, Double Cup I’m sipping ack nigga yea It got me leaning man I had to double back, Get the rackage then

we caught up in the zone
All caught up in the zone
Yeah, we gonna lose control
This is why I go alone
Strobe lights in the club
They were like Cuatro

ourselves Encrypted 
No way could you ride that bus (noway) man drop That roof on the big ting (zino, zino)
Coming like R9 in old times all we know is scoring

A distinction of gratitude that deserves you /
In the melody of our lives we let the hook sing/
Is a choir or the groom who gives you the ring/
I can't swing,

the verse
How they do the hook
Got em' shook-shook-shook, now
I made em look
I ain't satisfied with getting by
I gotta ahead
They be talking like getting

on your file no skully no moulder
Dont be blinded
By the fake light that you bask in
School of the old out lasting
Shuttle I'm blasting past
On my own ting

These days, power, flame, and fuel
Have not given us peace
Ay, this simple shit gets hotter
I ain't had no father wishin' I could go longer

Why even

the case
If u try sumthin dumb
put that gun in your face uh huh
I got yo bitch by the hook
And she sucking and swallowing
Fuck with a kid like dat
Y'all

a dagger, but I call that bitch a sword
Fucked a bitch named Sally, and I fucked her by the shore
When this shit drop, we never going poor
Tried to square up

At the ceiling and
Down to the floor
They emptiness is sad
And Exposed
Acting like
304s
Do what we do in the paint
We throwing elbows 

Hook:
Came out busting
With

to revert to TMP on this one
SpaceKamp
Lets go

Verse1 - TMP Drum
Late night GHETTO DREAMIN somethin just like FAT PAT, In the whip with 4 rings feelin like

Ever thing around me starts to get so blurry
There's something in my head that makes my body hurry
I took a hit of this and a little pint of that
Now

looks
And all this sentimental shit
I just took up in the hook
It's paper after paper
We be looking like we major
I be chilling in the sauna
While I'm

open up them thighs
I'm breaking and bending fucking up her spine

Your boyfriend is a fan pretty soon he's gonna see us in Japan mixing off the tabs

the one,

Counting down the days,
Till my homie free,
Went & sold my soul,
For a shopping spree

Sipping on this lean,
Spill it on my jeans,
Fuckin with my

hook to the jaw and me you is perpendicular
Coat yr wifey in my thick brine - gherkin pickled her
Put me in the ballgame, this Maryland Terp ain't sittin

(Hook:)
cll Is Well 
Went cll In For The Wealth
cnd I'm Done Pleasing Everybody But Myself
Gott Keep The Semi With Me
Don't Do Smith cnd Wessin

This not a sad song I'm not depressed either
I just don't fuck with most people and I'm giving you reasons

I've always been a people person ever

the invoice look at the receipt Check signed by me Oh!
Hook:
We up in space
We about 30 minutes from Mars yep
We frenda blaze
Look at the world
It feel like

good for nothin
Don't try and debate it cause this topic right here ain't nowhere near up for discussion

You just a, a buster, now run back the hook

that it's hittin'
Who is that? that boy from burbs, he be killing them hooks and every verse
If you young and you turnt like the nigga J Beals, you might

motherfucking
Switch is
You are bitchless
I will fucking kill it

I will fuck up your brother your mother
You hooker thought of me wrong

I think I will roll this