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numbers is major league 
Don't believe me just wait and see
New bag with the shillings in it
New Jag with the ceiling missing
New pad here's a news flash

Hustle need all of it
Struggle won't call it quits
Got a lot to win
Upgrade, go learn again
Touch pad to pen
Yeah, G, I'm tapping it
Backing up, vicious,

uthunga fir uthega toofaan badi hogi tab demand
Verse 2 [Arun]
mujsay kariyo na khit pit goli tere mathay mai meri hai Betey bad habit
pad na tu in lafdon

think I should stop
Woke up with my pen and my pad
Now I'm writing this song tryna get me back
Gotta do what I can, try staying on track
Don't lack, oh

of everything that I like
Gettin' me a TemPad and I'm movin' on the timeline
Goin' Sam and Bucky when I hit 'em with the fist 
Nobody gonna get 'em like they

a pad in my lap and pen classics

I record'em fast as Flash Gordon
My task attack more than Ratchet transformin' 

Eyes bulge, hearts skipping a beat

Bewandel nu m'n routes als een padvinder
Ik ben verdwaald maar mocht ik ooit het rechte pad vinden
Vergeef ik heb weinig maar ik had minder
In de regen door

click, hit the roof, then I do the dash 
All the hoes hit my phone, pull up to the pad 
Lil baby, go and drop it for the whole team 
I be stuck when she

got work, now I own it (I own it)
Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen
In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace
Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman

bag
Enough of that can't be too repetitive, my thoughts is ill and these pads my medicine
I'm mostly calm but here I'm way beyond competitive
I'm

17 with a pen and a pad, writing out my life making sense of my past, tryna find the light through a sensitive mask, I don’t take it off till I’m

This whole year my year"
Metal Face beard like Brillo pad
Y'all know his steelo, so don't feel so bad
Seed call him, "Old dad
" the one the old ho had

win
I know the outcome finna be income (Cash)

It's passin' for that new plan of attack
Get hoes, get rich, get a bachelor pad
Might fuck around and get

Viewing on a Friday buried on a Sunday
Eulogy an essay words usually come to pray
To be Brutally honest I'm a note pad taken musical novice
Stan lee

blow me up
You would think I was living in Iraq (Brrrt)
Now can you memorize that
Get a pen and a paper or maybe get an iPad
(yee) i can't pretend that

PhotoMath
Nigga wrote a statement then the next
Day we gon' smoke his ass
I'm foulin’ the plug
Tackle shit don't need a shoulder pad
I heard cuz was hot lil

d'io
Tu e d'io, tu e d'io, tu e

La tecnologia è il nuovo dio io non sono salvo
Nel nome dell'iPad, iPhone e lo spirito Samsung
Io non sono il

heuvels als obstakels op m'n rechte pad
Nu aanschouw ik ze verwonderd door de scheppingskracht
Alles is wat je er zelf van maakt
En het enige obstakel ben

(Gotta) throw your hands up
(Gotta) throw your hands up

Yeah, uh
Let the pad Thai glisten, the Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen
I'm serving fresh

Whose dirty, filthy, shitty crib is this?
I think the address was 666 ways to die
Chose 85 now my brain is fried
That's when I put the pen to the pad
I'm

never zal ik vergeten dat ik kansen heb
Droge gast, dat is m'n handelsmerk
Twijfel over welk pad ik moet bewandelen

Bro, vandaag heb ik in niks zin

tryna funnel thoughts to a pad that could never soak up the stains,
Cut from-a-different-cloth and so its here I will remain-
Yeah,
Sit back and let me

the bitch bad on a back
Dax had to put gas on the track
Dax had to put pen to the pad
Just to show niggas how the best would react
KSI, this is not a game

as an asset or consider me as a threat
See I gotta get it for mine
Talking a pad yet you taking it
Talking bout our sketches yet you traces it that don't make