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a pussy nigga stress me out
Ima add a zero 
You gon’ hear me by the check amount
When you go to checking out 
Ima raise the check amount
Can’t secure my

straight up told it, I poured the game in your cup and you could not hold it

But what you intended for evil God turned to good, I did my time front line now

for the score
Post up at the telle like a corner store
Breaking down bundles in the kitchenette
I don't fuck with y'all you don't pose no threat
50

Fantasy
The league 
Madden ea 
It's in the game 
Online younghippylife 
Or young forever
Multi player
With these hoes
No woe 
All ohh

been this for some time .. 
Pour the rain i'm fuckin stainless .. in n out with fucking pride ..
So i i so i think i am going places .. ok ok so where am

Written by: James Ray

Ah what's up babe it's me again
Still on for the weekend (yeah we are) word is bond
(sex on the beach)
Ya know this time I'll

on the ground
But I'd rather leave it in the dirt than leave you two alone

Ripped you off like a tourniquet
The wound still bleeds but anyway
You cling like

Come away, away with me
Anytime at all
Always, you'll find me here
When you feel alone
In your memory
I'm still smiling by the sea
Climb a tree,

Hoping for better world
We get much too cold
Until we are tricked by fate
We play the complex game
We’re desperate to get the prize

I’d rather be rageful

of them haters Weldon my people tell me welldon road block me passing all the road block blow job me tell dem gals hold on game on still working on my paper

high on the smell of pouring rain 
im getting by on you but baby 
two can play that game 
why do the things that strengthen me make you weak 
why do

be made of glass I see right through
Question the mark just trying to give a clue
Don't be fooled by the eyes I see lies
Stay knotted up but yup I cut

kill a hater
Swole in the fucking pockets
Like it's AC Slater
Saved by the bell so you can call me later

Let me show em how I do
Let me show em how I'm

you're in crisis
And then he shows up right on time
He comes in hot when the room is quiet
You've mismatched garbage TV diets
But he's got your number
He

to the 1980's!

Yeah, come on, come on it's 1980
I wake up in the morning, wearing Spandex
Is John Lennon living or his ass get dish?
I got a GameBoy in my fanny

the Savage 
these killa hands count up bands
doing damage
comin automatic 
bet you catch em for the gratis
lessons for the  madness
never flashy
but I got ya

What did I do wrong baby 
All I did was love you baby

Ragdolled in the games you played 
Haunted by the mess you made
I wish you could feel this
Wish

your problems
Mami, Do you know that he's here to wipe up those tears from your eyes
From your eyes

If I tell you my story
You for join me give God all

Cause I never get to see you often
You been wishing
For my resistance
So why you tripping
Cause I never been
So caught up in this
I been listening to all

they'd see you  struggle 

tumble in the muddle begging help me


Tried to re-arrange my history 

Fuckin Devils back up off me 

Guided by the light, my

of mine) but I still do it and
Now I'm by myself again
I tell so many that I can't see them end
So I said if I could I would make amends
(ooh ooh, ooh ooh,

ain't even sip the Jamie
Yo, what the fuck
Thought I got a guard up like an angel's armored truck
Thought I got a lot of vision, I don't fall in love

you stop running your mouth
You could run into cash crazy
Running through them hoes got your spokes fucked up lately
Suppose you need upgrading
The game

I'm in the game for the Heisman
I ain't tryna ride a wave like Poseidon
Soul searching took a while to find him
Now I'm standing right here for