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She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now

disrespect was
What keep her wet we repeat the sex
All you see is her apple on my desk
She the teacher's pet
You think we doin' yoga, downward dog nigga
Peep

We just chillin', milk 'em, top billin'
Silk and pure linen top
Billin' pure linen-linen
We just chillin', milk 'em, top billin'
Silk and pure linen

are migratory?
ARTHUR:  Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1:  What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:  It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD

he slow, slip, sinks into the scene.

Ruby was the first to notice. The Magician called Ruby Ruby Anne. The Anne was all his: just a rhythm and swing

to have a little poise
You should be worryin' about ya wife
'Cause she look like a
12-year-old little boy
Before y'all started smokin' crack
Ya life was

as the friends she keeps
Way out of my league 
Iono know why keep, having hope that she'll be mine someday

Don't know if she like a nigga like me
I'm not as cool

Sweet and pure as time passes by

We sit on that gold prairie
As the moon pours the faint light
Softly she whispers so wise
On this clear cloudless night

wanna leave
That's a throat goat
G O A to da T
The greatest of all time like she
Played in the major league the
Mvp
When she start bopping and
Topping
Get

Bitch I'm a dog like prairie
You can’t be hearing me clearly
I got yo hoe in the Bentley
But she playing like a rec league
All her friends birds like Jeff

and there's no cure for my allure
I was young and pure when I fell to her spell
Obliging the sexual request of this old perverted female
See, life was all but

pure
She loving the talk, painting the truth, drinking it pure
Shinning at last, shinning with class
Smoking I got it all brash
Poetry, feelings that

knows all of the pretty boys
She says the word and then they're down on their knees
She put her hand in mine
And she started to smile
And I knew that she

problems
You got no dough
Little league nigga let me coach you
Call me Christopher Frank Vogel
Boy drip pure like coca leaf

Its all there aint no counting

Spinnin' it's Super Mario
The shit you say in your raps
Gets you booed every battle
How dare y'all compare to mine
But don't Barry remind us of Sanders?

got that juice, I got that juice, I got that
Juice, I got that juice, I got that juice, I got that
Juice

Uh

That Mr. Pure, that Prairie Farms
She say

y'all girl don't look like mine why you staying
I can see it lil nigga you ain't even gotta say it

She a mystery that everybody wanna know
She

One That Got Away

Michael Ray

One That Got Away

2018

all mine
I'll be your Beast of Burden on Borrowed Time
She's gonna rip off any kind of label
She's into leavin' those strings untied
Keepin' it tax

Any wins and loss
Was all mine
Facts
I never ran from a plug
Facts
Never had to jux my own plug
Facts
Even big homie the outlet
Big facts
Never a bum

and you'll be mine
But I know that this is all a dream
Cuz you're a little bit out of my league

I'm way out of my league
She's so high up from me
I'm so far

the 9
She riding with me like its Bonnie and Clyde
I don't got time for nobody
Feeling up all on my body
Living my life like Bacardi
Switching the lanes

move like a lotus
Came out the mud and she focused
But i know she aint pure and i noticed
She be lying and that aint the motion
Niggas be all in ya phone

by she and my ex being once friends best
I was vexed by the hex that now rest on my being

But seeing her was a must
Pure consequence of my lust
It

fire the little guy, now the restaurant's mine
What I didn't know was my tiny chef was stealing all this time
I saved Gusteau's this is my claim to fame