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to fumble Got dreams of being at home And not worrying bout stashing my phone Look Right now I weight one forty eight I'm underweight I'm five nine and I'm
I aint neva underweight, yeahhh I be servin I be straight Ah yeah gang gang I be servin I be straight I ain't neva underweight Pockets heavy, semi
Yo, I make some mistakes Some really really fun mistakes Just to set the record straight I ain't overweight, y'all underweight I run into a lot
Time to separate the real from the fake No hesitation you either is or you aint I be banging like Shaq in the paint Underweight but built like a tank
Stuck underweight of all these hypotheticals Abstain from expectations Take a breathe and look into the wind As we display our feathers And dance
Underweight Goddess. Sitting alone on A cold bar stool, your So hard to tell apart, She hasn't spoken yet. Pastel-white features, High cheek-bones,
I'm B-grade, underweight but excited to be here I don't mean what I say, it's ok, please believe me I said I'm sorry, we could shake hands on it I
following faith you just want me to carry yo wait And most of these niggas be underweight Tryna just hide im like andale Most of these bitches gone fuck
underweight (underweight) Momma don't believe a thing that the doctor say (say say say say) Said I won't have legs but I'm standing today (standing today) cnd
down Who says they have to stay I'll throw 'em all on the ground I'm coming in underweight Like a boxer, you know, who's coming in underweight Cause I'm
slopper) I'm so fucking underweight I have to drink fucking Pediasure I have to take so many fucking laxatives I'm going to shit fucking everywhere I'm in
fucking varsity 'Cause I'm all fucked up in my artistry Underweight, but if he's on your nerves, I can't fight but I'll protect you with my words I got up
Get carter to the phone Don't teach him how to cook That'd kill him Without it she is great A little underweight But still appealing Everywhere
overboard and underweight Fresh noise knocking 'em out, we come from L.A And we perving, serving you niggas, just watch that man Coming with heat you can't
Joe Fuma la catchimba, hold'em Joe We on a journey he don't walk straight And that is because he's so underweight Donkey of mine he don't like
look 30 pounds underweight When you go to get a word of advice From the fat little pastor, He will tell you to love evermore. But when hunger comes
Joe Fuma la catchimba, hold'em Joe We on a journey he don't walk straight And that is because he's so underweight Donkey of mine he don't like
don't walk straight And that is because he is so underweight Donkey of mine him don't like no weight I put him on a cart Him never walk straight
'Cause your flower childish vision of life Cannot last too long You're over thirty and underweight Though you call yourself petite And you hang around
ready, run away From dusk to dawn Last night on the couch you're livin' It's a poor complaint It's the only thing You're sad and underweight Whatever,
Hey still staring little girl, Are you looking at or past me? Worry. Simple symptoms won't leave you this underweight or red in the eyes. No
Hey still staring little girl, Are you looking at or past me? Worry. Simple symptoms won't leave you this underweight or red in the eyes. No
underweight or you're unfit Under dressed or over zipped Too social or you're just too shy Too depressed or you're too high Night to day Day to night Rich
freezing in the rain. And all is relative, everything is relative. chorus You're either underweight or you're unfit underdressed or overzipped too social
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