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Ballin' you looking like C-C-3-P-O
Boy you robot
Gone n drop, it in my soda
If she really bout that mozart
She gone paint a pic lookin' like ohh god
BITCH

playing patti cake, aint games with 2
I know u scary lil bitch(moans) so gone n call u crew

I could neva trust a nigga cuz the way he treat these bitches

any drugs
HMU like what u want
Get it n then it’s gone
Every week I’m smoking strong
Ship the pack no Amazon
Imma dog so I need meat
They tried to feed

ridin fa you if it’s right or wrong 
Put a 20 on yo head n get you gone 
He still gettin paid Brodie did it outta love


I’m w BRODIE he got CHOPPAS in da

red like I’m bleeding Too far too gone n***** can’t reach
Now you can say I’m a monster Killing this sh*t from the gutter A young n**** paid
B*tches

been told ya 
Got a lil older
(always hold the 9 wit no hosta )
X
I keep to myself all times, don’t know why I'm built like that 
X
Me, n my niggaz gone

give a f*ck
Yeah, better know God got me n*gga
So you ain't gotta like me n*gga
Just know you can't stop me n*gga
You gone have to Pac me n*gga
Been

been trippin and
Im not gone take breath 

Im not gone take step
Unless the family say it’s next 

U not gone play me 
Gone n take a rest 

I like what

b*tch that's r&r
From the trenches dark hallways and pissy corridors
Might see a n*gga today 
That n*gga be gone tomorrow
So when i bought that audemars i

Pack your bags up, n***a get gone
Hurry up, cause you ain't got long
I'm telling you, n***a it's on
Gloves on, bitch crushing that chrome

I gotta call

n tears are gone as long as I can clear away just hear my song,
I ain’t from the hood n I ain’t shootin in it, unless we talkin bout syringes

Yeah (money bag)
Yeah, yeah, ayee
Yeah, yeah,(extraterrestrial on you n*****) 
Ayeee! Super P n**** (yeah), (yeah)
Hit the dash I'm gone n

the way on
Your moans echo thru the walls 
We go round 234
I look at my phone its 4 
Where the hell has the night gone?
N you still asking for more I'm like

This the type of fashion make me wife you,
 & she 4N so she gone my boo.

I'm on the way 
Ain't nothing new with me still 
I reflect on the old days 
N even when at my low
It's more deeper shit on display 
N that's what's gone

a hata 
They  make us mosh pit 
Middle fingers up to the feds 
Who steady watchin 
Free my bro’s 
N the ones gone 
We think of u often 
Still out here

to his roof (He gone)
I’ma hustler nigga it’s in my hands then it’s gone move  
I been trapping lil’ n**** bitch I done got off in my grove (Trapping) 
I

and light the candle but just block the wind 
Been on the vodka gin n won’t stop my friend 
So if u really wanna ride gone n hop on in

Some folks just sweat

lead you on 

But I’m too high 
I’m way too gone 

N n if they judging me they wrong 

If they judging me they wrong 



They was gonna kick us out
But

on my chest
N***a we gone
I put collect on my phone
When I call you come pick up the phone 
M-I-A
I’m gettin' wet in Miami 
She beggin' for me to come

perky’s (Gah damn), them ain’t no thirties 
I’m a come right back in with some new shit bitch I’m singin’ 
Hatin’ like that n**** you just gone fall in

scared of me/growling demons n da grimlins/baby girl I be winning /f150 spinning /brand new wheels spinning/I be gone n I’m fresher /baby girl Ima test

sucked my d**k
No I ain’t even bust but if I catch me a opp ima bust to 

Aye I run this s*** like a m*********n relay 
You gone have to run this back

don’t sound like me !

Verse 2.
So once she knows how you feel, she’ll kick your Achilles heel
Her respect n’ love have gone their separate ways,
So it