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Oh she down
Got old Chanel
She know she not gone last hea
Coming up
All these demons around me
There's a task here
Hold it down
Not a punching bag but

upset me (Ah)
She really a dub
Think she in love
She want a new visa she punching it up (She punching it up)
What do I look like I look like a scammer
I

Diamonds caressing me these niggas testing me
I whip it up i can't tell you the recipe
Got a bunch of bad Bitches undressing me
Try me punching bag nigga

you’re dying
They’re dying, we’re dying
Be my, Valentine
Can’t sleep, I’ve tried
Punching, screaming, everyone leaving
Who you believe in, a ghost

the rest so b prepared to pay
On my hustle nonstop cuz I gotta get guap
All my money come from the streets not from punching a clock
Lord help me I’m lost

his heart
And he didn't stand a chance in that orphanage yard

They called him Punching Bag,  because that's what he was
And they wailed into him just

family, O Dawg
That G30S will blow a nigga nose off
Niggas get hit for tryna show off
I'm punching a opp, I ain't punching the clock
He wanted green, I'm

The things that you did to me?
All because you had problems with your family
You got into mental fights
And I
Was your punching bag
Don’t you remember?

as relevant as last weeks tweets
I live like a feline, 3 times 3 lives
We been punching bags since before these fists
Feast with the gods you can phylum like

and cash nigga I ain't even with the punching
Don't even call my phone bitch if you ain't tryna stuff it
Halloween around the corner we been looking for

R.E.M.I
Dem ah wanting you
But I've been fronting you
I'm in the studio and I've been punching hooks
Roll with the boys with the sauce and juice
Love

crazy
Slap crazy slap crazy
Reppin on the block slap crazy
Punching on the clock slap crazy
Fuckin on ya thot slap crazy
Fuckin on ya bitch slap crazy

calling, whipping and rolling
Punching like Tyson I'm punching like Ali

You wanna battle, shooting like Korver
Saucing like sheff, clutching like Horry

menkaa dza ob3ya awo y3 fast hide
Me punching kita form ooo edwe me boa y3 ward check back side
Wala se menyaadze na s3 ere coppy me styles 
Dzaa mama aka

If I die
You can have my punching bag
You're a piece of ancient history
I'm just a tattoo on your arm sleeve
But the thing is that you're kind

want the bread and I ain't talking stuffing
I stay with a pipe they might think I be plumbing
I could go straight but lately I been punching
I bet either

know
If ya don't know
You won't know
Grabba punching like a heavyweight
High as ever bout to levitate
Bunch of biddies looking ready say word
I'm doing

hunches
Kinda found love I'm punching
Punching, trusting, bugging
Switching, changing
Messed-up, hanging
And I got a headache clanging
And I'm falling like

Can't stop won't stop
Better say your prayers
We punching in the clock
That's off top I swear
We catch on to the games 
Y'all swear y'all player
You

I'll neva have to work again 
Never gotta punch a clock my nigga gotti punching glocks
Choppa hold a hunnit shots a slide this bitch down any block 

AR

Running on empty
Hide in my bedroom
Punching the sofa
'Cause I can't escape

Eating some candy
Listening to Bowie
Losing my glasses
'Cause I can't

Was punching niggas out in elementary fuck them 10 days
I can’t trust no bitch cause she ain’t shit but a sex slave
Shiesty ass nigga toating a pistol I

Mama made a star yeah yeah
I don't want keys for my car yeah yeah yeah
Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah
Yeaaaaah yeah yeah yeah
Hit the road like punching tar

right hand 
Knuckles punching through the sky
Doing handstands 

See me rollin through the suburbs burning down again
Driving circles, roundin' corners