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hands on her
Yeah, so let me know you wanna do it
Just send me yo number ssn and then we'll get to
I got more bags than rappin' when I'm punchin'

of love were lost in the dust

I see the sign
I gotta leave
Don't be behind
Hard to perceive
I'm seein' fine
Like what you believe
Is in your mind
I'ma

saying that it'll be okay
Overwhelmed by fake love and hate
Solo thuggin I know I'll be straight
They switched up I moved on for my sake
Got shit to lose

say

I'ma be here for you, okay, okay
Battlin' with myself, plug hit my line, cop another perc
Already feel alone February hit, now you feelin' worse

From trials of little school To getting thousands every week
And having pictures by the pool The heated floors are kinda cool

I wanna do it different

B. Inspired

Bugzy Malone

B. Inspired

2018

Gonna need me to live for this
They're gonna need me to live for this 
Otherwise I'm a hypocrite
All that I ask is you be inspired
Be inspired
Be

us to the edge
With no room to breathe
Trying to snuff out our flame
But you best believe
Gone be rocket’s red glare
Bombs bursting in air

the stage if you like
Groovin, I can be your partner for life
Moving, I can feel your body on mine
See I ain't no superman, but baby you're my kryptonite

pin you by your wrist

Head off in the Benz, scooped her friend, met her at the club
Wanna risk it all, break her off, shoot the building up
Make her

early fans be calling (Brrt)
Summer's on the come up and you know that I will run it (Man ima run it)
But I'm surrounded by trash, man I feel like I'm

blinded, to the chance I may find it
And all I keep thinking is I don't wanna be here

Driving by the house again, I see you let the flowers die
That isn't

got something to say
Think they testing my faith,
But I know we gon' be okay aye

Just cooling on you I ain't stressing
I got way too many blessings

'beso'
Hold up
If you wanna kill me
Hold up
I gotta be sure that I shine enough first

Me pasa seguido que caigo pero no puedo parar de volver
Mi gente me

as a mannequin know I be fresh as a mannequin
I put it on she wanna take it off
She be taking that shit like a champ winner get up in her try to break it off
Top

(You're killin' it SUKi)

I can't believe I was chasing that hoe
Just to decide to forget her (bleh)
She wanna talk, but I'm not in the mood
So I

tryna say
Driving me insane, man

Yeah, get away
I've been trying to evade the pain
Hypnotized by the things you say
Fucking me up almost every day
Almost

ass blown up
Got rocks on my neck that are bigger than boulders
My squad pull up on you we lookin like soldiers
These niggas be cappin I just be

I've been making seven figures if you count the decimal points
Take away a digit and you know what I've got in the bank
Maybe a thousand maybe

the sky
I can feel the breeze as I drive down the road
But I am not alone, he’s by my side

He used to be my nemesis
The only reason why my pain exists
But

You listenin' to H.O.D. poetry, Destn Poetry, whatever you wanna call it
You seeing Pooda, Romeo, Destn, H.O.D., all of them, enjoy the ride, inside

would stop if you could catch me
I be eatin' all these black beans
I'm with the strap on the 245
Travis be Oh My Oh Dis Side
I'm baking with bitches
These

then they start bustin'
Want ya, need ya, but don't wanna seed ya
Baby, listen close, and follow this procedure
You feel my peachfuzz while
I rub your

insane bro
Uh 
Spit shit instrumental 
If you hear it then it's written by Michael 
Uh 
My dance caliento ou,caliente ou 
This be the tempo the tempo ou
No

Quick to pick up a gun but ain't trynna catch a fade?
You wanna be a man gotta stand for what you say 
Free all my real niggas trynna tay-k beat they case