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Lot of fuck shit goin' on
Know what I mean?
If you, if you seein' some fuck shit, man, you better address it
(Hold up, Spiffy on this mofucker)

you think it's all right
Then something must be wrong
But this shit is real life
It's not just in my song
Want to put up a fight
Then put your people

a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A.

lives she like Hannah Montana 
Fuck they opinion it don't even matter
Flew to Miami that booty got fatter
She trickin' and scammin', she made in

taco lasagna was made by your mama
She did it sloppily, improperly, chaotically
Kinda like what you let happen to the economy
My dad's from Wyoming, it's

definition of fun
Cause it fill up the space in my soul, called a void
You don't know what it cost me
So death to any nigga that try to Rob me
Ash tray showing

Ayye
She want this moment for life
But I cannot make you my wife
Bad lil bitch act trife, you talk down get cut with a knife
Bro pour the wock in

acceptable 
Regrettable moments don't even settle in my mind they teach
I'm pushing through
Learn what not to do rewind to find another way to make it true

be like you, always acting fake
I can tell you how much a real mack can make
A million dollars ain't shit to spend
I get some new hoes and get it again

Switch it up like Hannah Montana

All these niggas they be capping
But all my dogs they be clapping
They'll blow you like a napkin
Cus you did way too much

stompin you.  
Pussi boi go home
Or is it haunted? 

Nah ion mean to intrude 
But you push me. 
Yo old man got jooged by a rookie 
5 Van lul push before

body-adi-adi
(do you want it?)
Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi
(what you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

I make ya hotter than the
Next bitch

what it do
Sleep is for the rich got me dreaming about a coupe (Skrrt skrrt)
Blue face hundreds got them bussing out the roof
Only fuck with real you

Lightskin get Hannah Montana weave
Living in a Nightmare Baby it's so hard to dream
And I'm Demarcus Ware I hit through everything
She's a baddie she was

on replay

You should know, i'm on next level shit
I know myself i'm still establishing 
I know imma live my life lavishly 
Flowers around her make her look

Cappucino

MC Lyte

Eyes on This

1989

I'm so confused
What do I do, oh, what do I do?
But was it really time for me to go?
Why, oh why did I need cappucino?
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why did I

my fishscale
I like the FN 5-7 cause it shoot well
I like the finer things in my life if you can't tell
I know I make it look easy but it gets hard too

got make her mine (yes)
Close your eyes, if you trust me, baby, then it's ours (yes)
I ain't trying if it ain't about the dollar signs (dollar signs)

working long nights
Was living the wrong life so I make my song right
When shit is intense I light the incense
The ink strokes like smoke flows
You know how

It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe
Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do
Every time I set a trend, they

This pussy bald head, remind him of Amber
I'm a bad bitch, black Hannah Montana
Flow too cold, something like a Panda
Dressing shit up like my first name

in chaos, just the basic principal
Double life like Hannah, it just ain't convincible
How you think the Holy Spirit just additional
How you think

the Patek? (Yes), you gotta run it up (run it up, run up, woo)
Hand me my bag (bag), she wanna hold the Hannah Montana (woo)
Only no tag (tag), they wonder

need it in Cyprus
You my drug, my Hannah Montana
She my Miley Cyrus, huh
Hotel W, I'm inside it
Know that pussy good
When you got a taste before you