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then Start squeezing in this bitch
I keep it on my hip
I was slipping, niggas caught me by myself
Out here naked, that shit almost got me killed
So now I
Im a dead man reborn 
Migrating from this barren land
cll sins laid bare 
In the sun 
To wash under heat and sweet sting of sticky date rum and third
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
they ain't notice me
Now I'm getting money that's just how it's 'posed to be
Keep a heater by my side watch how you approaching me
Watch how you
bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone i got the info
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
with more money,
Drivin' round like a crash dummy,
Young city boy and I know it,
Long as I can see the stance,
I got these naked and famous hoes,
Tryna
forever naked
Money by the ‘cino, Bitches from Puerto Rico
Shots of the henny wash me
Down wit that greyho
Just a young nigga with a
Dream from the ghetto
Crackers bowling naked through the center of the town
The sun won't bake his blue skin brown, he's been too long underground

"I see," said a blind
of fold of big clips
Y'all know I feel activated when I came in this bitch
Claiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and shit
I was a bad little
symbiotically
We are Cybergenerated
Lucifer's surface scourged by leveling winds
Those of our dominion
Burned on Icarian wings
Rotation negated
A sun's traitorous
Hello you, strange little world
Never got touched by any soul before
Look at it´s beautyful face
Fear from unknown, powerful breath of the new

It´s
You are a lame uh
Wanna be famous at 18
Leave home by 21
By 26 find the love of your life
Looking to start a family
Hahaha
Graduated thinking you
Fought through
Trials and tribulations
I love the pleasure and the pain
I ain't seen the sun In so long
I done found the joy in rain

I been through
feels so good
You got me high

Running round, being famous
Living life, living life
Girl, I love that you're beautiful and aimless
But something
Sun you so sunshine
Sun you so sunshine
Sun (Gay people, most of them, are lying about their problems)
(Them would like to be favorite and famous)
I
stomped you
Lil piss boy, wear pajamas and romp you
Get my crew together and mob you
The sun gods don't take shit from blockheads
Ride around town, blow
We didn't start as friends, baby
The best, baby regrets, baby
I saw you naked, the first time we met, baby
Come get, wavy hold my hand, save me
I
super I’m sayin that nobody changin i’m starting to notice just how to be famous. Gotta be focused but aimless

Snatch off they dope off the table
alphabet city

She likes to party in the backseat, under the bridge on the Brooklyn side
Smoking cigarettes in the afterglow, taking bets till the sun
for some bitches
You ain't livin' right (Niggas lame)
Not impressed by your hoes
You don't pick 'em right (Niggas weird)
Naked bitches in the pool
We
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my
And left me there for dead upon the sand
And I thought I was done
Lying naked in the sun
When much to my surprise, who should pass?
But this old friend
pain
Again and again...

Where the mountains shadow the landscape from the sun
Where there's eternal dusk, and the ashes turn to dust
Where the storms

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