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I got multiple flows for a nigga
Doing bad going broke for them niggas
Don't get caught with a pole for them niggas
Get lined by a hoe for them

don't even got you by my side but I'm feeling it
Working hard for this shit non stop I'm on top of it
Ladder to the top yeah bitch I'm climbing it
Bum boy

the kitchen getting dirty
Got a plan to be a millionaire by the time I'm 30
I know people who don't mean well but show love on the surface
I know folks who

nobody cross you
I be speaking that real call it law school
These niggas be bums in a costume
Hit the stu rec a hit make a part two
I record by myself in

Oh
Why
Uuuhh huh
Why

All I want is just to flex yeh
Make my mind deh rest
I just deh count my blessings oh
One by one
Stay fly all day
Oluwani shola

dinner with their families
While I'm bathing by myself in the nothing that surrounds me.

Nothing at all, chipped closet walls
A light with a pulley, a bag

player
Toy by Fischer Price. A lovely sound
Yeah

You got kids. I have more
You have three, I've got four
Who is he? He looks glum
What a loser, what a bum

knocked out by the airbag
Crashed right into the wall at 22
Niggas laughing at me but It could of been you
Niggas fucked up in the crib with no vehicle

handle me foreal
Just be so intimidated by my bossy sex appeal
And my flow so tight
Riding beats cause I don't walk
Making niggas pipe down
Cause he see

skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by

Stressed out
Resort to drinking n fucking n singing
Smoked out
By myself so now I'm overthinking
Broke down
Feel like the worlds out to get me
I'm

Make my own breakfast or lunch
If I like to


How does this day go by
Now there are no reasons why
Or
Excuses
It's up to you
It's up to you to decide

thumb
Say Jesus come, say Jesus come
Left wheel and tun and trample the grung

From the begging of time, thou shall not be afraid, oh no
For the terror by

day feel your tempo
I'm standing by your window
Me I no fit to let go
I'm down for you baby
Like Woah
Me i day feel your tempo
I'm standing by your

I refuse to watch the news
It's oh so glum
Bum-ba-de-dum
They all say you gotta stay informed
Oh lord, bum-ba-de-dum
They say get real, girl
But I'll

my friends and I know their girl, hey
They wanna turn my floor on girl
I wanna make you the best dancer I live
Come sit by my side, I won't touch your

It's like I still can't believe that I found you
Trust me baby, can't nobody do it like you do
Always keepin' calm, you don't let bums change your

listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear

buss
We really came up from nun
I can't fuck with no bum
I ain't from Philly, I could show you how to crack a bell
Aye, get that dope sold before it

dziś z moim bratem w powietrze
Lecą w różne miejsca by przynieść mi kiedyś plon
I uwierz gdziekolwiek spadną tam mogę stawiać mój dom

Nie czuję żadnej

dziś z moim bratem w powietrze
Lecą w różne miejsca by przynieść mi kiedyś plon
I uwierz gdziekolwiek spadną tam mogę stawiać mój dom
Nie czuję żadnej

The back, the front
Look at the side to side 
The side to side

No you can't get with this 'cause we matched on Tinder
Karaoke time, sing a song by

Der Stoff ist lupenrein, diese beiden shooten Blei (Bum, bum, bum)
Alles gut, solang' ich nur auf meiner Route bleib'
Obststand Stufe drei, bin vom

Yo, I know I ain't buggin' and shit
And yo, O, what up?
Strange, my head sound like
Batman just got poisoned or somethin' by his old lady