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got a thing for….

God keep telling me money the root
But I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Squeeze on it, mix a little gin with the juice
My heart seem

him with a blow in cold blood and murder em
Got me in my zone
Women come around cuz they feeling this tone
Niggas come around hand out asking for loans

A BFF is someone you can talk, play and dance with
Always be by your side, lend a helping hand
If you need it, keep all your secrets, stick up for you

Them I was loosing my brain
Beserker mode I was moving manic
Names french not Spanish
Gwada boy from Paris
But make sure you add that 971
At the end

people I stay on the fence,
It's always a game of suspense,
Too many time was a friend by my side,
But in time they couldn't hide their intents,
If all we

with the my bed, I'm gonna sleep right on the floor
Because the minute I wake up I got 'em asking me for more
I got that drink, the smoke, the weed, you

hot, to the stars at 12 o' clock

Lay back relax let me take you through the motions,
My genie in a bottle as I rub you with the lotion,
By the ocean,

You was always lookin' for the tea
That's a red flag
I can go stag
I don't need a dime to know my worth
Broken heart deposited so many times
Withdrawals

Shoulda been where the hive was at
Gonna date done summer
Guess I'll impract that
Though a date want a boy with respect
And he's a style
Put the plenty

on my mind
I wanna be with you
'cause when you're standing next to me
Its like wow
And how your kisses to seem to set me free
Its like wow
And when we

faught
And some outlined and choked
Sometimes I see murder then I cry, maybe I'm high
But the Glocks live-by
Plus, I struggle with keeping my game wrapped

Well if the time has come, it's gone to kill
There's been too many whiskeys on the bill
Time to stop, boy ain't you had your fill by now

That spill

Gangsta Vocabulary

Threat

Bad Newz Travels Fast

1997

Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent
Meat-colored so you know I got a heart
Automatically, but I made it far
In the game, fame, fortune, get

might get to talking my shit 
Listen to me ima have your head nodding ice cream with no topping I'm raw with this shit 
Might not have ice on my wrist but

to further their agenda
Like they'd rather be a slave than surrender
I understand my blatant thoughts are not created for the faint of heart
When the truth is

Damn
What I'm going to say man
She right there
Fuck it
Check
Step to her with my game tight
Time to make a move
I been thinking a little last night

everyday
Cause when I wake, I suffer from intense pains
Besides the cancer in my system, a terrible ache
My heart, it's broken but who am I to blame
My baby

checking out, recently
Been feeling that shit in my crib lately, huh
Shits crazy, aint it?, Shits trippy, Aint it? Aint I?
Fucking, Payton, right by me,

talking about how they capitalizing

They don't blame it on the games and the capital riots
But they talk about my brothers for rapping by sliding
They make

this cat and mouse game I am playing
I'm just a pretty sad person in a quite surreal place
And I don't look up from my phone because I know I won't see

Carti
Gon' choose myself like I'm Maury
Put them racks on your
Head while I'm overseas
That Glock on my side when you ridin' with me
I gotta control my

apparently
To risk my kids' food
On my own dreams with no guarantee
That I'll ever get it back
I always get it back, bro you better

Listen up bub, everybody

thing to be a lucrative business
Silently plotting every move till I get to my death bed
Heaven-sent, divinely-blessed with a god-like perspective

told some friends, n they proud of u
Cause u been kept it so overhead
Im talkin above 50 and the fact you run with me
Touches my heart from the start