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and then fall back to sleep
It's a bad car to go get involved in like half the shit that I see
Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right
I spit that shit

your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do

black
Got a bad ass car from selling jazz
The best clothes on the market keeping me raz
How am I supposed to survive
I sell draw for a living as my nine

it player
You niggas ain't P you just peons
I had the stick in the neon
Lamb truck fishbowl I want them to see mine
I hit that bitch from the behind

make 'em happy

Go grinding, get some classic Clips, nose 
Sliding, like Chad Muska hits
Providing your fix, so you can stay away from that wit,

took a photo
Now they got me all on they Instagram
We dropped her friends off, told'em "see you later"
We hit the crib and went Insta-Ham
She told me,

are
I’m popping to start
I’ll be topping the charts
Ima hop in the car
Then I run to the safe
I ain’t one to to be late
I don’t want no delays
I’m not

or stoned?
Schmiddy took the brown hit and puked in the road
Back before them trees were legal it was two for the zone
And your baby moms a freak she sending

I catch me a kill
He try to run I'm pushing won't make him fall
If he spin on my block we gon' hit at his car
You lurking all night in

it brought ease to my worries
Base my progress off of where i'll be when i'm 30
Is like a game-buzzer beater by the hands of Steph Curry
Got a
Warriors

checking credentials on you niggas like we tryna be a car
Cause you know we gotta see where you been and who you are
Like Luda said I got the hoes by

with one dude, you got beef with five guys
Ain't no going thru no drive-thru, but they gon' hit that drive-by, and bye, bye

One minute you got

the sounds of the Southern Style DJ's
(yup)
Yea, nuh uh, hey bra, nuh uh, uh uh hey, don’t hit me dog come see me.
Yup, I ain’t tryin to talk, I

it once
And yes I know I am so pretty
You heard me hun
Some say that I am crazy
One hit you're done
These bitches think they beat me
But I already won

I was shuffling my iPod
A Case Of You came on
Reminds me of you
It hit like a hammer, now I'm pulling over my car
You're blurring the skyline

Bitch better come correct, you have to earn my respect
Everyone I get with looks rich, that's the CammyP effect
Was selling work till my car got

and fluent with pressure cars like hydraulics
Don't measure the distance between him and my fist
Don't get it twisted
Once it hits then that bitch is dismissed

Give me ten seconds
I'll give you art
An extra hundred-twenty
Adds weapons and stolen cars
Throw in five more for the lookout before it's dark
And if

pick it up
Where no hoe could just split it up
So I kick it and get it krunk
Wit some bitches that splitin blunts
While i'm spittin to hit the kitten
I'm

it
For breakfast, lunch and dinner
Man we used to be fasting
Take it day by day and thinking in weeks
Talking in years, I will do feats
That I have

Yeah

You can spot a fire by watchin' the Spotifiers (uh)
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire (yeah)
Ride 'til I die, 'til

feelings
In the A.M
Cause by the P.M
Yeah they'll probably go away

You gonna tell me
Just how much you love me
Then watch how we  turn it to hate

I'm out

Niggas they mad, they look at my diamonds
They talkin' they speakin' to everybody
Chopper gon' hit 'em
His body gon' flip and it's
Lookin' like he doin'

do for the blow
Throw the ones and they hittin' the floor
Hit the split and she hittin' the floor
And I told you, "No cameras", lil' bitch
'Cause