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I fluctuate when I punctuate

I hit the floor

I’m keeping score

Cause the ladies say the want some more

Not on my mind 

But i’ll keep you in my

guidance you know I gotta flow
Yeah my credit score 800 bet I got it on my own 
Thats fo sho I'm a finesser got it tatted on my arm 

Yeah I did it on my own

Bitch (yeah), I got what you want, I got what you need
Certified plug, servin' the fiends
For my love, she gon' do anything
Walk into Walgreens, score

Everybody want seconds but never eat what’s on your plate
Forever mine over yours
Me and my bruddas up the score
All these hoes gone be whores
From atlanta

what i'm about
Step up to the plate 
Base runner...i ain't diggin fouls
I got the score mf trying to strike me out
Paper plates on that white marble
I

her,
Come like John Cena,
Put a score in the tank
Then I’m running to the bank
To draw for the cash then reup,
She got a big back,
So round & fat, 
I

never conceded but still I’m out here settling scores.

score and 7 years ago puffing til we can nomo
Was the biggest flexing show
Art of peer pressure was the Bible for millennials 
Cause Kendrick had it

body like a muscle take the wide body for a cruise let’s go
Still here number one though
Bitch bad that’s a 1-0
Score up by the double
Take a trip out

you out for dinner and Some breakfast maybe more
Yea give me more
You're what I adore
I'm never keeping score
You're love is like a war
I don't care if

wayne
1 2 Mo money you know how I do
Quarantine we stay in the stu
Hot outside but we cool
3 4 You know how we roll
We shoot shots and we score goals
Im

a fact
When our backs against the wall
You know we gotta react
So we ready to go to war
Bout to even da score
‘Til you believe in it more
And then we

keeping score
A twisted game of confidence
Where you feel good at my expense
And I’m not playing anymore

You’re lost, I’m found
Where are we now?

You only

partner for a play that’s treason 
up the score opps never get even

[Hook]
Penthouse at the top floor with some bad bitches from Chicago
Flyin out

Mostly on some dumb shit. I be sipping henny
I feel like I am JR Smith , but I know the score
Nigga I am 10 up, u could barely keep the ball
Everbody know

rock 
If my homie there he gon score
I ain’t lookin for no rewards no
I don’t do this for no awards no
Yeah 

Word to the wise don’t nobody know shit

that you blow shit 
If it's true I know he knows it 
Trying make his death be so quick
I’m finna up, up the score bitch
I got a choppa, mac, and a drac

I’m ready to go
I’ll slide on an opp
We upping the score

I’m on the high way
Speedin’ bitch this my race 
Roll up
Yea thats my way
Smoke like it’s my

My only light
I’ll never be the same, that I know for sure
But I can’t say I’m alone no more
Now this game is over, I’m done keeping score
So much is

Phife it felt like he was passing the torch
Sad that he gone 
Now its time to settle the score
The most valuable pro’s putting points on board 
In an ISO

score 810

Human Made hoodie cost 30000 Yen

I bought it for the bitches I don’t impress men

I’m with the same one who was with Daniel in the Lion’s Den

from uber everywhere to a Benz 4 door 
Went sitting on the bench now they need me just to score 
Like the weed in a blunt yeah they know I’m bout to blow

Call my lil niggas they upping the score 
Put it wit yah wit got fours in a row
Got me a coupe and i forged my toes
cnd I'm D&G down but i dior my ho

Ora sono io a fare i guai 
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Guai 
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Come il cane che abbaglia
Ti faccio male
Meglio che sene vada prima
Prima che ti scassa
F*ck you score now bitc**s