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I got a house you can come to only on Fridays I got this old chick I gotta refrain come to my space She kinda good with a textbook so I don't gotta
Along Writing another chapter In the Archive There Isn't A Sideline And when Tomorrow doesn't Come for us Oh No! Written by Phil Arnold.
Turned Barney's ancestors into carbon back pressure In the dummies guide to becoming smarter crash testers I'm not easily blarneyed by artisan crayon
my bed, I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with you niggas like apartheid (nah) Hits on my list, check my archive I'm something so immaculate Instead
no credit, I'm a cash kinda guy With my stash kinda high, still the girlies pass by You know why? Cause I'm a Raider of this Lost Art Played a big
Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggas Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood
a god damn How the fuck can they stand to be around you God help the poor ears that must surround you Cos your voice is like daggers in my jugular
love the dark side with horror Got archives I'm sure You got hard lives Missourah is our side And it's hella depressin' hella a stressin'
The history of touches Every single archive Compressed into a second All with us here as I wake you up
fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Ay C keep yo' eyes open for
be competin' for my spot (I ain't doin' no competin') I know my worth, is you gon' be with me or not? Archive, achieve, please take back me I've
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you? Fuck that If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you Who is your
'Sace, 'sace 'Knock one, 'knock one Mustard on the beat, ho Shirt, shirt by Versace Bitch you better fuck sumn Ho, Hoes wanna knock one Bitch you
day by day Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly . . . Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon Ah-ha-ha [3
I smoke the dodie Got shooters I ain't totin Fuck that shit you smoking Say you got a problem with me Better be totin Fuck that shirt you got on Fuck
All I knew was pain What don't kill you makes you stronger But my Jesus saves By His stripes we rise and conquer Have a little faith If you wait
The history of touches Every single archive Compressed into a second All with us here as I wake you up
about everybody Except for the person in the mirror that's staring You talk shit like you Keisha then cry like a Karen Fuck awards that you won, money
What you mean you ain't nasty Why the fuck you came Why the fuck you came Why, why the fuck you came What you mean you ain't nasty Why the fuck
You know what? the team is clever Fuck niggas up get drunk pull out a bigger pump Sell crack, all day rep, rock the meanest leather Flip you all day
get around Downtown bums get clowned If you find me face down I don't give a fuck Cause me and the homes get buck We gon' party like we don't give
you think ‘bout me when you fuck your new man now I know you think ‘bout me and if I fuck hoes on cam now (I don’t) So many love songs in my archive (I
hoes they know wassup Throwin ones we dont give no fuck Make that ass jump like double dutch Do it so good gon double up Got me stuck on you like
apology And leader, you just made a mockery (you made a what?) I just make examples, fuck a leading protege (fuck em' all) Don't make friends with friends
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