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true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You

wok out my shoppin-cart bad boy token woosah in a state of zen why you stressin Out tapin in like wrestler heard’em talkin then bet they ain’t talkin

boys and girls jumping to conclusions over a little tiny blush
Not really sure what's the fuss
Talking marriage, babies, that's too much
They don't

Competition with myself will never end
I will fight all the life, just to get a check
Just to get a feeling of being satisfied 
Surrounded by a lot

Im gonna die before the baby turns four.

We don’t mourn in my family we keep moving along. They shot Smiley five times till he breath no more.

Lil

(Wooooo)
Bad Boy like Mase (Wooo)
One forty to ya face (Wooo)
Takin one-forty out ya safe
I need da bills like Gray (Need it)
Wait (Wait)
I’m in my bag like

Drake, I’m Nathan. 

The only G’s I need God, grateful, and, greatness. 

3 nephews, charmed, I’d prefer to be raising.

From boys to men, show ‘em a life

with niggas pull up like the klan
Yo baby mama love my music she my biggest fan. 
Ik some real killers doing time in the can
I still hate them boys for

understand you don’t have a reason to listen to me,
“He’s just a boy!”, that’s what they say, but I’m not stupid
So this the song that will be sung by all

a bad hand in this game of life but still he played it,
And grew flowers from the pavement,
How they label us some thugs,
Learned water could be thick

And My Ring
Getting 3 Some Collabs
Until I Watch The Lean Go Splash
Man, My Ego So Bad
Mama Scared Sayin “Boy Man Is He Gon Last”
Cause My Speed On Fast,

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

I see no evil. Money the root
But I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah

code
I need all my skinny bitches
And my thick hoes

Form a line
Bad bitches every city in my tribe
Look behind, booty dominate the world
Peach is ripe

ain't a bad boy
Get out of here, fam, you fuckin' sheep
(Sheep) you chat on the net all day
The night time, you go to sleep
Tucked up in your sheets
Come

just wanna protest 
She just wanna fight for her rights
She don’t love them boys
She don’t want love naw fuck that noise

(Bridge x2)
She still on that

want the boy if he a joke
We controlled by money
Get told my money
Do things we that we usually won’t for money 
We fold for money
Get bold for money

the studio we don't ever write
Dark skin but my future bright
Got some secrets I can't keep, planning a future I can't see
A bad bitch walked right by me
We

(Marijuana)

Yeah we cruising down the highway

Bad bitch is sitting by me

She Spanish call me papi

But when she ramble on about her feelings me no

It's due time you sit and learn about ya boy while your head nod up and down vibing to the sound of my voice
My choice of words finna get deployed

Lizzo
Run and tell ya girls if this white boy good for something 
Know it’s eating pussy this vanilla good at fucking 
Text back later on like baby thanks

Making plays like Barry Sanders and Barry Gordy
I get annoyed lil niggas still try to baby boy me 
Came thru, tint down, make a scene Hitchcock
Need

does not talk, she is sentimental
Life is a boomerang (hey - hey)  as for me yea
How many sins have you committed? but be honest
If I'll be a bad boy

(Phew) hey (Phew)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me

of the social implications
You're impaired, drugs are shared
You aren't prepared to have a baby

But your friends showed you the ways
It gets you praise when you