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nothing compares to what I'll get to do with you.

When you say you love me
When you kiss my lips just right
When you tell me
That these dark days will soon

had a Santana groove
Eyes straight, with her lips closed
By speaking none at all, she said the most
Bad lady, proud baby, she wasn't overrated
Go

Bars on the main street
Bars on the way
Pre game played
By the hand stamp gang
Neon bracelets
Minds erased

No one's home but you knock
What was that?

Will you drop your cool and dash?
I don't need you I don't need you
Come on bite the hand that feeds you
Runaway
Stuck in a daze
Black crow

If I'm a masochist, you're a succubus
As you run your hand down my leg and bite your lip
Act like such a kid, but you're not innocent
Why'd you slam

there to destroy
Up in Dallas, man she rides like cowboys
I could get my bitch back anyday
Movin by myself, on my own, in my own lane
I hear these niggas

And she know I got them bands
Watch me do my dance, with my cup in my hand
Yeah I got yo bitch, on my dick, she a fan
And you know I'm blowing, that

than black and white like happy feet
Ricochet bullets C-O-D anti cheat
Lacing up my cleats
Kicking shit like Bruce lee
Jotting on a loose leaf
Sitting in

Load the strap and pack it up I'm Finna take a trip black electrical tape for a better grip
I would usually drive my whip but I ain't got no tints
I

bands
Ride around, 4'5 in hand
With the Michelin man, than buck and blam
Heat you up, you catch a tan
Shells spin his top, nigga ceilin' fan
It's SPF til

a dozen
Don't be so charming
Some kissing cousin
Out with hounds
Left foot in I'm leading
Risk a hand to waist
Whisper sweetest nothing
Curl of lip she's

no sense
Four five pounds you ain't got no zips if I walk by she go pop her lips
Wow who this I'm too sick Givenchy can't touch my drip
Too icy with

And they won't understand it
Marking shit up like a new age bandit
Get to that motherfucking bread I demand it
Future in my hands so I had to plan it
High

hair
Read a bedtime story
Woman saved by the prince
Like the ones that little girl
Hasn't believed in since
Tears soaking your pillow
Wonder why they all

your bitch I can tell she wan' fuck

By the way that shit look at my lips
But I don't say shordy slide to the crib
And I'm in my gang and we packed like

ya lips numb and you can't feel nothing
I got some live resin pills and some rosin gummies
Topicals for my mommy, her arthritis flared
Some people take

lil' pump on me, you Would've thought I'm Gucci gang
Lil bitch sucking dick, stop for air
I'm like use your nostrils, she gon' Smack her lips and roll

a hammer to break down your bones
Pulling the insides and fill it with stones
Your life, my hands, now you're all alone
Your lips misplaced, can't scream

mind and was tearing 
His lips drawn back over teeth he was baring...

Her walk turns to hurrying, he can tell by the sound, 
As he reaches the corner

Pierced by the pain of eviscerated veins wrist high
Hand grabs the fist and gives a little twist clockwise
Separate the cells and complicated smells

or burn is that really the question
Niggas talk shit Get popped in they lip
Come see me at the addy Then we'll see what it is
Don't get it twisted Roll up

it hataz pick ya lips up
It aint no sense pouttin in the corner
You needa find one of these femmes and get up on em
Uh, cuz the spot only poppin for

soul tonight)

Too many people out here killing, dirtying their hands
We raise our arms in church but it's not enough if you're a black man
We don't duck

give me lip
Make her do backflip I will never slip
Bleeding like a crip she wetter than a ship(Yeah yeah yeah)

Uh, Flip it like a pan(Pan)
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