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Roncycore
Cuz i need me the sweetest shawty I need nothing more
But she only wearing Prada I can't touch the floor
If she really want me maybe she

So cold I'm looking into your eyes
I'm caught in chains but i would run there by your side
I can do nothing else but try
To listen to this heart

the pussy it was tasting like some Skittles
If you a goddess you a queen you a hoe
Get in that position where yo nose touch yo toes
Ass so fat that it gave

are

I'm on the cusp
Of losing all control now
I'll take them out one by one
If that's how it has to go down
If I can't have you
No other way it can go

to existence
This is my anthem of triumph and hope
A reminder to never, never mope
Many hurdles I overcame
As a great warrior, I was never bond by pain
Through

Take it down! Take it down!
I got a way inside my head
Take it down 
Hear me out
Hear me out 
Fotky 
Keep going until you die
Until you touch the sky

she's running
But there's nowhere to go but the corner where the poor man begs for change

She's winning
I feel lost in this battle can't contain
It's

that's a must
Like Ion like you like that, like what?
Listen I mean it
I'm the top rank like hokage believe it
I'm out of this world my vacation home Venus

been back late
How long’s this gonna take

Wish 
That I kept 
Tabs on all 
Of the things
That I wanted to have 
By now

Wish I’d seen you
I still need

only the drugs
By the morning, I'll just be a memory
Just remember my tongue and my touch
She watch as I drove on the bus, but she can't take no photos

a nigga down
What they expect 
Cause a ruckus 
When We get down 
So low 
6 feet 
You can't touch it
 
Where were you at when you wanted my loving 
don't

hand out
You know that we're dream chasers now
Bring the chasers out we're on a money route
Its a money route
Im tryna sort it out
Ive been chasing bags

I remember better times, when we had no work or struggle
On the estate getting caught up in the rubble
Don’t get caught by mum when you know you

This is a message
For all you small dick having
Dirty unwashed arseholes
We're coming for you
And we won't stop
Till your all six feet under

Check

am I from
And what have I done
Everything we touch is morally bankrupt
And if you can't feel that you don't look up enough

So beam me the fuck up
Beam

Never had any fucks to spare
So get the fuck out of my ear
I slap babies so I'll make your bitch ass disappear
And no bitch, you can't have any pears

at the tone
He won't reach out to touch you, he's too busy with his phone
And though he'd like to think he's got you fooled
He can't make it on his own

I won't

He's got enough THC
At The Twisted Tea Garden
Oh you just breathe it in
Oh
So fly with the beat
The three little birds can't compete
So fire on your feet

dey her body
Everybody now go touch her body
I no gree

Promoter better pay my money
If you dull I go dull am for you
Investor Oya pay my money o
If aza

We live our lives as time goes by
Our souls so tough we cannot cry
This world so hard, it draws you in
But we would die if we gave in

So that is why

Listen to me now
Can you just hear me out
Hope you get what I'm talking about
I've forgotten how to love
Forgotten how to feel
Forgotten how to touch

what I got
Hours on hours on hours, I made sacrifices to be where I'm at
Lost touch with my people, I can't even tell you what's up with my day one, Matt

by our stares they knew not to ask
And to just smile like things don't change
And you spent the night
And I swore to myself I wouldn't do this
But I've

(Verse 1)
Dancing by myself one more weekend
To another song I've completed
While the cold winter rain pours and pours
You will take me I'm only