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too blasted (I know- I know- I know you gon' hate this)
Call me Justin Bieber, Wanna be your Boyfriend (Way too high, I'm way too high)
In love with MJ,

'm not Justin Bieber

Riding round town with a K n*gga
Broad day n*gga you know we gone spray n*gga
And I can't follow you I'ma leader n*gga
She saw them

Eversince I found her, I done found love
And its like I found my purpose like Justin Bieber
This is for my loved ones, all the ones I'm always missing
I pray

Ghetto Show

Anthony Hamilton

The Beautiful Struggle [Clean]

2004

metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods

Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is

Oh what I'm feeling is close to nothing
You say you love me
You show me nothing
Omo that's bullshit I'm so sorry
And all my blessings I'm still

no relationship that cannot be saved, so you’re in the right place. All right. Let’s make a start. So, I want you to say two things you like about each

even got a front
I still pull up that Nissan I'm like what the fuck you want
What do you want?
What do you want, what do you want
What do you want?
What

I am not Bieber
Yeah, I am not Bieber
Ultimate Gemini, my outkast aquimini
I can't give out second chances, shit is like fantasize
You see the hunger

Justin nigga, but, I am not Bieber
Yeah, I am not Bieber
Ultimate Gemini, my outkast aquimini
I can't give out second chances, shit is like fantasize
You

despising you
Don't get all chavy at me I just want you to
Get a better life and for you to get a better dude 

I gave you everything and you went like nah

of all, this is just the beginning
So long as the world keeps spinning
I’ma keep giving it everything that I got
And I just need to know, right now, are you

nigga
Whippin' up dope, got the re-work, spilled it on my t-shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin', you

Backed up greenhouse Effect 2
Shout out to Justin Bieber
Chris Brown, what up?

Bass loud, hands up
I don't really give a fuck
They say I ain't old

a mummy now
Play with me you'll get wrack don't think I'm a dummy now
No Justin Bieber this isn't no yummy now aye

told me you was keeper
You told to me never mistreat ya
You was my baby my baby my baby
Call me Justin Bieber
Pink slip for cat imma speedster
I did

Justin Bieber
At Ease on my tee nigga merch on the way
Don't give a fuck what a hater got to say
It's the end of the week I'm finally getting paid

tried 
By your side, then you lied 
I left, you cried 
I remember all the tears coming out your eyes 
I said goodbye 
You text, and I don’t reply 
All

what I say
(Fax) i'm pissed enough to stain your hair
More yellow than the Super Saiyan
Prayin' on the fall of Justin Bieber
Bitch you got that yummy
You

We can't put them glocks up shit get hot like fever
Diamonds on me all white just like Justin Bieber
I'm trying to get rich, trying to put on my

on white seats bitch I look like Justin Bieber (Aye yo, you crazy!)
Is it too late to say I'm saudy
All this fuckin' paper that the lil bitch cost me
Just

city tho (mhhm)
You ain’t poppin pills man you poppin vitamins
You ain’t want the smoke man I’m way too violent
I can’t take a piece Imma need like all

so part of the plan tho, with my main bro
If I had a Choppa on me I'd make it sing like Justin Bieber
Call me Gunna Wunna I'm pushing p, talking right

clean and crisp
Still hit the notes like Justin Bieber
Still go Slim Shady on a fuckin' track like
A hockey mask and a meat cleaver
Funny thing is, I

wavy baby you my lovable
Bubble-bubble
Bubble-bubble-bubble
Bubble gum
My yummy yum
To the pillow, uh
By the window, uh
But don't be too still though