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going full on
Shes a stripper with a stripper pole with a forearm
She not on the list, but I vibe with a bih
She gotten some tricks, come on and ride

along my forearms (Ow)
These aren't happy arms unless they're sore arms (Yay)
Military press and snatch for more fun
Swing and get up as long as you clean

Violets burst on my forearms
But you can still see the burns

I told you (I told you)
Again
I told you
I can't (I can't)

I am still a half split

Tattoo on her forearm
Moron white ink on her face
I can't wrap my head around it
Reality gone to waste
Bar for bar I spit mace
Milf for me catch a case
Im

the tight jaw underneath the skin
She then switches to her and passes her hand over her forearm
And feels the raised hair and goosebumps
Then she slips in

new toy
Mack milli 9 milli
cR fifty you can't fuck wit me

Nutta butta cutta till you haters get ya gesture right
cR hit ya forearm leave ya arm off

Lean my seat back, kiss my forearms baby
Tell me you're in love with life tonight
June, New England, watch the coastline rise
As my fingers climb up

nothing else to lose
Desire you,acquire you
cnd then force feminize you
Possessor, danseuse
Let me show you how the forearms bruise
Inspire you, rewire you

Talkin' on my bitch
Put a cut on your forearm
Power on these bitches like I'm Gohan
I think I'm bout to go off
(Uh) I wonder why yo flow off
They callin' me

I ain't worried bout nobody
If you talking bet I show up
You know me, I keep it blazing
If you want it come and roll up
I got cannons on my
Forearms

role in
Here ‘cause I'll unload in here
My forearm strong, like Goro was here
You tryna make sure the coast is clear
My shooters clear it out and make

talking to one time
My forearm filled with powder from gunfire
Your homie dead That's part of it sometimes
Don't fake Ain't all of it sunshine
He took

(Verse)
Bitch we got guns, im feelin like Maine, big ass gun from the forearm to ya face
End ya friends life just right, its at stake, oh im feeling

to death
They pushed me to the edge when I was barely living
They put cutter knife on my forearms, leaving X-shaped scars I still have  today.
They spit

on the side screaming leave him alone/
Tells her shut up against the wall partner doesn’t let up/
Forearm pressed on my neck partner patting me down/
Kept

(Ah haa)
Took a look at the barrel
That ain’t a bullet barrel
Slammed the door into his forearm
(Mothafucka)
Now he’s unarmed
As the gun hit the floor
I

Between forearm and the thigh meat,
The pale yellow dimmed radiance
As if
Time was the only gulf between us, 
Continuity and through-line sequence
Medley,

pops; drop in down his locks
Gunning headlong down the forearm, stifling the wobble of trucks
Shoot off his index, catch the deck, clench it tight in my

what I drank
Tell who the real one can tell when they ain’t
If it ain’t my dawg I ain’t got nothing for em
RIP to my daddy got it on my forearm
Niggas

The killer grotesque machine
spilled blood of miserables
Stabbing, dismembering and decapited
Putrid wreckage, with guts hanging
forearms and caskets

in tats, 
That is my mamas name wrote on my forearm its not a past lover so buddy you need to relax,
Whoa,

I know who i owe some credit to,
You know i

of em
Got 2 got 3 on my forearm
Girl you looking like the 1
If it was 1
Baby let's make love
Loving the thangs loving the thangs
Loving the thangs
Aw yea

veins and I feel the grip tightening
Through my stiffening fingers and shaking forearms
Ashamed of what I've done, the tears drip down my face
As I look

in we finna pour
We all strapped up we ready for war
Broke nigga keep hating I'm finna ignore him
I send him some shots he got hit in his forearms
Hop