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A private number callin' my phone he said he miss me
But n*gga f*ck you
Nah i'm good iont need no tissue bra You know what you did
No need to cry

everybody eating
So my youngins mix the bowl
With the pyrex on the stove
Real Trapper, what you need?
Yeah I'll serve you by the loads
Real Trapper f*ck

Know they hate me Brody
Keep the money on yo head
F*ck what they say lil Brody
Heard they coming for my head
No it ain't safe lil Brody
No it ain't

(Hook)
Exotic back to back came a long way from a ten a g
Blow lavish gas smoking enemies
Told myself run up this cash so I can't f*ck with kennedy

DCV Music
Girl, you use to play, Now see
You hurt by my words, now you missing to see
Damn, what we could've been
Loose ends
We ain't them type

In the mornings when I wonder bout you, yeah
I hit you like "what you say?"
I-I-I could f*ck you all the
Mornings when I think about you, yeah
I hit

on the wake up tryna get it (Yea, yea)
If its up and its stuck we gone leave it with no ceiling
Know a couple good fellas but really villains (Yea, yea)
F*ck is

ain't f*ckin wit no cheese eaters a m*thaf*ckin mouse
Half of Molly for da 3 cause it's a m*thaf*ckin drought
I pop dat purple by the P I f*ck a hoe n

"I'll blast dat heat; don't sleep
You'll bleed if you try to come f*ck with me
I'll blast dat heat; don't sleep
You'll be shot lyin' face down in

While I just be singin tunes 
Who is you? 
Talkin all that whooty woo
N*gga you a lil Rudy poo 
If you f*ck wit opps I don’t f*ck wit you 

I be feeling

came 
And when everything gone 
I remained by myself 
Niggas ran home to they momma for some help 
Left me on my line but I’m growing so I don’t care

ain't worried bout no f*ck n*gga
Every morning I'm up n*gga
Working out by myself n*gga
Playing the hand that I'm dealt n*gga
N*ggas turned but I'm still

DcT SH*T
They ask for pictures in the mall so you know he lit
It take a real n*gga to admit he got his heart broke by a B*TCH
I dont give a f*ck now cuz

obsessed with BTS and she f*ck with anime
So she'll probably come my way
She tryna find a middle part boy from a boy band
So I know she won't stay away

She

"Yeah"

Hop in a Bentley yeah

Come and suck my d*ck

I got sent by my homie

To go f*ck that chic

I got sent with my homie

To go f*ck that b*tch

Am

can't afford me
You so fine had to send you a dm
(Like I'm tryna make you my bm)
Catch a vibe, yea, you know that I'm wavey,, head game good, d*ck is

to take a chance
Gambling, whatchu gon' do when it's time to feed your family?
You gon' go handle it by gambling
We gambling, ayy, gambling, gambling,

lyrıcs: 

our therapy give me a street bidet rhythm
rap take me, let's hit the last gas
let me put that in mind you couldn't reach that boil
arena

plastic d*cks that nymphos grip to make their lips drip
Don't mean to flip or in other words blackout
But you a virgin to my lyrics
And tight beats make me

plastic d*cks that nymphos grip to make their lips drip
Don't mean to flip or in other words blackout
But you a virgin to my lyrics
And tight beats make me

by the handful my guy
Crown can turn to a halo my n***a
Choir sing to your soul in the sky,
I remember them days with no money
Had to grind with no

Uh oh! He'd slow mo blow your d*ck, and a gasket! 
Sucks how he's a flat out ba**ard
I rapped hard a** lyrics for this dipsh*t of a prez

His sons may

know I got the moves like I am jagger
He think he tough he get hit with a dagger
Shit not sweet, bitch this sour
I'm getting paid bitch by the hour
He

NSA Lyrics
By ALYKXX 

 I’mma lil drunk 
Uhh, She was looking so bad on IG. 
Looking / looking so bad for me / yeah
She wan’ choke me wih that tight