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Golden
A.I.A we want it 

Look it how the bar we set it
No room for edit
Y’all better call the medics 
Want all the credit
Giving y’all my all to get it

opportunity to shoot his shot
His confidence was shook after being shot down by this girl named Megan

Megan making Noah go crazy
He was trapped in his mind

my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru

wanna fuck that shit for the culture
You want me right by your side, getting next to you
I got a free up sometime on my schedule
Yeah you got cash but I

Bitch, I'll rip your fucking face off
I never take no day off, I stay in the club if the bass hard
I only hop on the beat if the credits say "produced by

should know by now
Then I gotta get one for the get back
Had to break down greeze to a neek, peek
My leng one swallow me whole, she a freak, geek
My credit

by Adderall
With some extra dose of something
you ain't ever heard before
Ay you ain't heard before
Who gives a fuck about a credit score
When we got

Fist in the air it's confirmed by the ref
Live for my people I love y'all to death
Straight to the top cause I took all the steps
They took a chance

know by now
Then I gotta get one for the get back

Had to break down greeze to a neek, peek
My leng one swallow me whole, she a freak, geek
My credit

yuh
You sexy as fuck, lil' mama

I know and I don't gotta brag, yuh
I don't follow trends, I'm all by my lonely they zig n i zag, yuh
To all of my

Running laps around a competition
I feel like Usain
The only time I'm having a mood swing
Keep a russia by the front door

Go to war with Ukraine
Every day

a second
Only known by your image
Fancy model with no credit's
Schiffer captured with no linens
Made outta Powerpuff pigment
Johnny Depp mindin’ his business

to an internet meme

Grew up, started to realize
This could be made for me
Bought a better mic, Focusrite
Trying to blow up, by remixing these

But to pick a name

Got a bad little bitch in the A
Like some pins bitch you all in the way
Dick her down she be gone by tomorrow
But why you still shopping at Zara
Spug

England by the pound

Citizens of Hope and Glory
Time goes by
It's 'the time of your life'
Easy now, sit you down
Chewing through your Wimpey dreams
They

Frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions
Lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pumpin', you're feeling

They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I

hundred years old)
Lots of them i've fantasized
About finding a shop filled with so many they
Wouldn't accept my credit card but
The dolls were really
Way

You little dummy
You need to stop talkin' shit
You got nerve, I give you credit
To think you hang
But brother we're not all in the same gang
The punks,

give me a soul implant (2x)
paid for by a credit card (2x)
then I'll get a second soul (2x)
paid for by a credit card (2x)
then I'll get a good

burn like this once so why not spend it by dancing 
We only burn like this once (Spend it by dancing with me)
It would be my honour (Spend it by dancing

Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!

Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi

About the album:

""8 centavos e vários nada""

to know by the same song on the radio

Forgave me with your coupon now I can't credit it
You just wanna let go without admitting it
Keep the candles on lit

one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make