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never need apologies
Copy my style thats piracy
Prong on the neck another tennis
Flame on this verse like pyrotechnics
Tint all around bitch 5 percent it

Watch the shit that they call lame, could be about you all along
You could tell that it's expensive how the diamond sit in the prongs
Mane these niggas is

in 14 carrot gold prongs
Yours are simulated, knock it off, yea

Didn't think it be me
Bragging about jewelry
Whenever we meet
I'm hoping you still

Omni directional infinite prong fork tunnel
Morph subtle quirks to drop the course levels

Explore several stems of circuits that never end and bend

I can see the boydem, see the boy-oy-oy (yeah)
I'm superstitious, five-car convoy

I'm in the matte black Hummer, prong set color
Worth my dollar,

make sure it's in there
With three prongs
And you can do as you please
But please be headstrong
Cause a person blinded
By apples and snakes don't last

down Audemar
(Rose Gold)
Two tone
Opp nigga play we gone get him gone
Pressies the package to cop prongs
Been serving the k packs of adderall
Luxury had

Can't nobody take my place
You can call me King Kong
We don't get along
Put you in a song
Make my ego strong
I stab you with the prongs
Put you where you

was thinking when she saw my two tone
Felt like some days I was on this long road all alone
And I suffered for this Ice on my prongs (For this ice)

gimme neck, ooh ooh
5 star drip when I dress, ooh ooh
I ain't playin' rap, this chess
I got VVS1's in a 3 prong set
Got a red beam on top my tech
I got

when something's wrong and
I can feel the prongs
Another stream of consciousness that's hidden in a song
Releasing all my thoughts to paper after two

the plug, zip zip)
You know I'm the plug
Put the pedal to the metal
Sparks straight thru the prong
Just enough battery
For another song, yeah
You just got mad

the road
Then we moving the prongs
We make
Our own damn rules
Goal posts
We move our own
This that
Hate what you don't understand
And they never understand

Put it round my neck, she clasp it
Question how I got it who you askin?
Rope, franco, tennis, Cuban
10 mil, cluster, prongs
I love jewelry, women, weed

this shit in my songs
I took L's
Then bounce back like prongs
Niggas get hit like bongs
Grew up in project homes
We been broke too long
She sent 5

Now don't get me wrong I'm not a one-headed prong
But stop expecting a feature like I've been with you all along
And at the end of the day I'm not

Midnight marauder, hand picked assassin
Pick pocket, prongs in one hand
The other a map to my heart
I'll give her mine even if she gotta
See all

and retaliate
They'll prong and press you at your doorstep
Tried to take my pack and exit
But you don't fucking know me like that
Get to you in the end
To think

Here
Touch me while I'm zapped
I'll thrust my prongs in you
Burnt skin is all we'll have left
And fake love from a synthetic spoon
Are we really

to fight
Just a clear empty sight
I can sing all my songs
To the fish and the prongs
No this chord isn't wrong, wrong
Oh this verse isn't long

know all of my songs
I think I'm attached like she using some prongs
Smokin exotic
It smell like a nigga done farted
Them niggas they hate they just

prongs
It's got some stuff
That are rough
And are really really tough
I'm stuck at home
On the couch
With a messed up pouch
I'm sad
I'm mad
I'm lonely

a prong, facts
I'll get home, light a bong, sad, let's relapse
Until our lungs collapse
It's another night
My soul deprived
The words I write
Nothing will

a check
I hold grudges ion put shit to rest (ay hol on hol on switch it up)
Emerald stones these is not baguettes
Honey comb prong setting in the cuban all