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a fan of Baseball, well, i'm like the Dodgers, I got the line to bring
Life to the engine, within then, Vrrnn vrrnn , I'm the starter, not A badass, have

and 50s
Hunnids might be blue
Making some plays in a Honda Accord
She got a car, but she hardly afford
Pull out the 4 by 4
But I hop in the coupe for

her ex everyday
I can tell that she like me by how she be looking but she just don't know what to say
And I'm willing to fuck wit' lil' shawty if she

Can't wait to bless gang wit few bands
Can't wait till we ducking them fans
Tryn make it as fast as I can
Outside and I'm stepping by my dolo
Lil baby she

It's like it's me against the world
But I'm not only on my own, I got my homie on the phone
I'm surrounded by people that are supposed to be my friends

These walls are in jagged shapes
The ceiling fan should be replaced
There's too many ways to die

The shower curtain rod might just fall
I might get

a fan of wolverine
New ID my name Logan
Made a spoofer called Beth
And asked for her login
And I'm so clean
I don't need a wipe down
I went on the dark

ribs, now we on Defrost
Runnin' trains on a 30-30, that's a see-saw
The feds sickens out the gang, that's by default

Now we out here leasing foreign cars

Disconnect, disconnect from the matrix


CTRAFFIK Lyrics:
Here's another episode
Rhymes climb decimals
Fan rise decibels
Indo weed at festivals
THC, Love

I just don't give a
I just don't give a

Damn
Look where am at
surrounded by greatness
I know I told you am boss
I did it  I made it
I mean I did

To live and to die by the sting of his hand
To reap and to sow a forsaken land
Bountiful harvest of debt left unpaid
Sisters, brothers, and lovers

man
50 boys, we in this bitch, we come through blowin' shit like fans
Long live killa, I miss you bad, he had me pickin' up Pecans
Aye reminiscin' bout

the illusion of a bar
Still I spit it to the song I'm just simply doing my part
Out here playing Zelda no spoilers for the fans
Joy created out of art ill spread

of its scams
Big dogs come through and New York rats scram
New York born fans relate, cause I'm a Giant
No need for crying, the greatest here, y'all can't

money just by being in fucking beef
Lactose bag, gone hold my heat, same
Place, that I keep Pusha P
Pull up where he at, get on his ass, we finna link

Family and all my Fans
If you like you hate you will see me on top
Nwamama ge buru ego bata
I no get time for dirty matter
Gonna shine can't turn off my

the mistletoe
What ever you think baby let me know
I'm your number fan girl you been a model
We right by the chimney with the bottle
You say that you want me I'm

thoughts are warped,
And I won't stand in court,
Last resort
Damn you all
Never been a fan of y'all

You'll be caught by my onslaught
Brush you off,
Wave you

headfirst
Unrehearsed and freelance, you've made me your sticky fan

My honey-coated hands feel like a fistful of dollars
Amusingly, you holler at my

love with love 

 
I met my first love my real love the one 
when at 16
He gave everything and was always by my side (a gentleman) 
Things got too

And most of these fans is fickle and lame
I carry a sickle and a stain
The occultist
Blood on the altar make the pulse drip

The fates in my visions came

Girl to me you just like a Ten, now
Girl to you am just like a Fan, How
You've been there through my thick and Thin
Build me up, made me fly when I

your drinks up
You deserve to get fucked up
Put your drinks up
Aint no Ls I get dubs uh
Put your drinks up
All my haters turn fans
Im the man nigga
I

Oh man, that's beautiful music by my friend
Oh man, my man THXNK
Right there, oh my god (two seconds, think about it, bro)

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