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Late last night they cut the power to the neighborhood. The sky went black outside my window pane. cnd then shots rang out and everybody hit

Bought a car just to jack off in it
Opened her mouth, put my dick in it
Nut and then I'm finished
She drink my nut from a petri dish
Pulled down her pants

chain
I'm better now, better than before
I never close my eyes
So it won't go out the door
I promise I won't change - no cars, galore
No money, no issue,

were broke
In, cover the floor, damn
He's always told never to tell
If anybody finds out, he'll be put in a cell
Hit with a belt, there will be nobody

Having big money convos i need that pronto
On smoke a little hitta's killers like Rondo
Gripping on a long nose
Minute since I hit em with a combo
Do it

catered and created for
A million billion fans

I got nowhere to go
Hit the ground been down so low
Flippin' flows, tic tac toe, X and Os
Envision shows

Beats by Choc

I keep water around me like
I'm sittin' in the reservoir
I trained my metaphysics off
Of spittin' metaphors
The presidential suite

Ay, I'm pouring four like the seasons
New face to the game but I'm well seasoned
Yeah how I just hit the mall
And I spent like twenty bands
Off

you a bitch

On one ( if a bitch want to scream
Then her throat slashing
Find a needle in the hay, I’m a dope addict
Shoot at any car who bypassing
Who

This the last song on the project? yeah
I know yall probably heard enough of
Me by now but uh
I just talk about shit I feel, you feel me
I am gonna

jobs
I was runnin' through the streets with
Dudes who used to boost cars
And every time the laws jammed me
Up and tried to burn me
You was always by my

Thinkin' 'bout how it would be if
She was more in my life
But when it came to her
I was all bark and no bite
So summer ticked by like the hands of a clock

It was just a thursday
And it wasn’t right for you
So we planned a car chase, down the highway
Say goodbye when it hit 122
I’d write the note, you’d

insecurities and impurities
And ambition for currency
But currently she was working on herself
Said she had her bags packed
Be moved out by the twelve well fuck

Spin a bottle with the chop
Like the Ruger hit fuck science
I don’t know nothing about nucleus
Slide to his house
They like who called the Uber in
Move

wanna see us down, bro
We win it, we sinnin', we winning
So fucking have hope
Money really really coming in
Plug just hit my line, I need ten
Free my

your
Missus out her nickers
My mates a real mash addict
Really on them poles like strippers
Take out those nino scissors
Hit central with them tickets

Young motherfucker got a new wrist new ring and iced out chain
Then I hit her from the back and she do her little thing uuu (dam)
He saw his brother

bag had to run it up

Aye, look run it up run it up
Feeling like Usain, runner man
Hop out the bank with hundred bands
All my cars got ceiling fans
Pink

time
I ain't really with the game no PrimeTime
I just wanna see you up in the limelight
With you by my side
Every coin got 2 sides don't it
If I got us

lyrics and rhymes
Working on myself to become a better guy
Always comparing life like side by side
Who do I wanna be I can't decide
I wanna get back

Ms. Parker (hey, baby)
Put it on him good when he leave from the barber
Kitty on agua, running like water
But I can never let him hit first quarter

Creep right to the dome
If its foreal niggas slide
To a few different songs

Shot five shots
None of them hit the innocent
About 30 cops
Ran down

something like he’s driving by Florida or something
Oh wait a minute his car just drove in
Uh huh M dɔdɔdɔ ti dɔ Jabba

Nowadays every bruh get dema own