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'm abortin' that fetus, Felt like Michael Jackson on that case

How I beat it, put my dick all in your mouth, bitch, Eat it, quagen' in the Sprite, on
gang, got

pass'em up in my new Bentley
Trying to be lowkey but these Breitling diamonds won't let me
Got no time to waste, I'm bout my cake, I'm like lil Debbie
Red

all we see is that you lose
Well, nigga, who are you? Oh, I go by Nunu
NuShe, ooh-wee, it's NuShe
And I'm never no cap, no kufi
Why they always be

we on the shore (Shore)
'GNG' and 'RF' at the top it's nothing more (No)
Better cuff your bitch 'cause if I shoot I bet I score (Pow)
Can't trust these

me by my stage name I see her intentions clear
If he tell me that he real he ain't a hundred off the rip
He blinking when shoot know he ain't ready for

to me baby when I call you in the night
You gon make it right 
Yeah you got that vibe 
You reading my mind
You be by my side oh
You're the one who can get

the hell's the matter
She in her own world now, there's nothin' I can tell her
Got her hands on drugs now, there's nothin' I can sell her
Don't you think it's

know that you're mine
Lil mama you sneaky
Freaky
And I know what you thinking
Lets have some fun tonight
Me and you tonight
Aw don't let no body
Kill our

Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be
I'm sorry that I changed but I swear I'm still me
Back home and they call me by my rap name
Makes you ask

me just for the fun
But I look like a dun im dripping in saint Laurant
And i know you the one
But you not the only one fa me
I met a bad lil bitch

LA, I'm by the bay
Shootin' shots and takin risks is why its right I'm here to play
So come and hop on tracks, just to stack them racks
If you have my

to my head nigga why you so ruthless 
Bout to be 20 not tryna be roofless 
Why does it feel like I always be loosing 
Hurting a lot, look at these bruises

Pantone 
You talk bout ya bullets but you is not Rambo 
And neither is me 
I keep it three 
Hunna like keef 
While lil manny be tadoe to me 
Swinging in

of bumbags
I eat Big Macs by the six pack
You chicken-heads are running a deficit - like a million (Lil Ham, uh)
You chumps are fighting for changes, I rake in

nigga that tried the gang, got folded like a napkin
4TS what's crackin', if it's that, we get to clappin'
Rookie of the year, I run my way, I make shit

Fresh for nothing 2
Yea
Jit going crazy
You should be rolling up by now nigga
Yea
R.I.P. my nigga Fat Boy
Got more plays than game stop, been having

No care in the world lil mami
We be living fast
Got her overseas
Doing different things
One call stop by no rush
Aw shit
Full flush
Aw shit
All love

Ok lil shawty know how to put in work
I can't even lie to her, when it comes to you I'll put you first
Ok yeah now Cae make some magic
All of these

Like its a craving fasho, them boys off meds round my block
I miss kidd, k-loc, g-rocc
Shit getting dangerous, lil niggas changin' man 
They speak

It's hypnotic, wanna take off like rocket
Go ahead, reach in my pocket
Want a new book I cop it
Want a new J I got it
Gimme that case ain't bought it

for more
She know ima get her right
But then it's time for her to go
And I can't even lie I been sippin on Patron
Keep a stick by my side
Like I'm blind

is you by my side?
Cause I don’t think I want another type of wife
I’m tryina see you again
See you again
Best believe our love was never meant to end

We can't be alone
If you knew the shit i do to you
Grip you by the neck
Hold ya breathe
And let me breathe through you
Before we even met
I ready

and she pretty 
Stick got a drum and it hold a 50
I need the blue chesse hunndis 50's
I fuck a bad bitch lick her kitty
Niggas they fake and hate and they