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Fuck all them bitches you are my 
Misses they not even runner ups
Miss lady you number one 
You gone stay my only one

You gone be my number one

seen it and I just turn Stevie
Wondering if she love me or is this lil bitch just needy
Cuz we been through a mess and she still ain't leave me
We still

they so sweet, make me complete
Conversations getting so deep, by my lonely
Talkin' to myself like yo please, watch em closely, won’t let em smoke me

I

This ain't an ordinary girl
This a woman who knows what she wants
And gets what is hers
The type you miss when she turns her back
Though you know she'd

with my Brodies …my hommies

And all there man shall fall that if them touch my baby…Oh my lady!!

Cause I gave you attention

You started feeling me

on top imma an attic
For none of these hoes be showing ass i need my lady be proper like me
Blinded by dollar signs money is all that i see
Fiend for

shout out my family, I call You by name
Soon as I get a Grammy
Cause I miss every time I touch Down
You better take heed at the landing
Fuck all you

touch call me a fiend
Is this love? Or a dream? Fuck it mane back to the scheme
She good for me like a vitamin
I pitch it to her at like a triton man
She

waist
Nut so good I stutter
Something in me make me wanna give my son a brother
Maybe a sister
That lady a mister but I do not miss her cuz I never

a yes from me
I told my lady this for life, so ain't no use in stressin' me
I miss my Aunt Gracie, her soul was heavenly
Tryna figure out my life, I wish

and on these ladies lesser Trust me my nigga they gon' come wit' tha chedda' So I stay puttin' it down wit' beats made by Berretta That's my cousin like

cases got em papers from rollin (hah)
Had to tighten my laces how many races did i win?
I been fucking Jamaicans got dem big breasts, lady tsunade

glock I ain't playin' no games
In the drop sippin' wock out the pink lemonade
I came in with Han so be very afraid
Ksuborocc on his block he send shots

the devil in my brain we got a truce  
Concussions got me foaming in the head few screws loose 
Miss the hits of football like I used to love abuse 
Now all I

(they shoot, they shoot)
Don't miss 

Breakfast in bed
Dessert is served on the edge 
Bedroom deserted by 10
I gotta go
You gotta go in the end
Maybe we

When I hit the floor, I'd rather pop lock than dougie
But everybody love it! Every-Everybody love it!
So on the rare occasion you see me clubbing

Hey by the way I'm moving out tonight
Hope it was worth your dumplings
Oh dumplings I miss you so much I miss you so much
Hey by the way don't tell Dave

I can't miss no step, ain't got time
Tunnel vision to the paper
Tunnel vision to the money
Tunnel vision to the whoah
Whoah, whoah, whoah
Tunnel

Girls
You know me
I love the Racheta's
So I always keep one thats down to ride
Shoutout to the ladies and all the thots
Be proud of who you are and what

be fiction 
Little pussy hid by his missus 
So it was bxtches hiding behind Bxtches 
Cuz fxck that they ain't real 
Little pussy boy at court in his

And I never got a chance to miss you
I never even got a chance to love you
I never heard it from your mouth, bitch, fuck you

I ain't a bad guy, I ain't

killing me baby I hold it within
I wish I could call you and tell you that I
Miss you so much I need you by my side
But now all I do is drink my life away

the Greater Than Club, what's up
Wassup?

It never happens how you plan it nigga
But get your money how you planned it nigga
Long as the ladies love a nigga

don't miss my jumper like the navy
We had one date and after that I knew she'd be my lady
Everything that's up know it must come down
We gonn' run it up