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bits,
Overly fashion and sling no-one can fathom the king
I'll make you cheeky show love
Still regret the day me and TP broke up
We were suppose to be

In Brooklyn
Love Larry O
She stuffed
2 suitcases
I got a carry on
If she walk by
Smell good
Gettin pushed up on
Pretty Brown skin
And she thick
Look

what you talk about

Baby can you make me believe it
Got me singing when I leave
And love is king and I be queenin' so it don't stop
Cause I'ma always

you
Yoohoo who you
Favorite rhyme
Can't be cuckoo
Wasting time

Chasing dimes
I'm chasing dreams
Chasing the King
He got the win
I get a crown
Plus that

AID' s
Timberlands in brown & beige

Making love to the page with my pen
Council Estate I call that ends
If you've got a problem then suck my end

I roll

face
Might’ve stopped for a bit
But now I pray
God bless those around me
As we make our way
Doing whats required on our day by day
But if you love what

ain’t never won
But I’m tryna race
I wanted my cake then
Thought I’d be caking
By now
Its just all regret
All that grind in that basement
But you always

important than health 
Your last sh*t boring as well
I'm B Brown if you ask me
Skipped school i'm too classy
Got a chick named Ashley
With my name tatted

need it, I want it, I loathe it
Stay by the ocean
Sit in the sunshine, I bake and get golden
Crispy and brown
Delicious, these bitches is licking me now

Levitated my lyrics will have you elevated eating Beats by the pound
I'm gaining weight I must be heavy weighted
I'm educated degrees and papers
I

and be a hash brown/
A scattered, smothered, and covered man

You gotta love it, man/
Ain't none above this, man/
You gotta watch the shit you say

Like a villain
Quit blowing up my phone
King of my throne
Straight SriLankan
Bad to the bone
My name she moan
She love my cologne
She call me Pretty

Ply me wit
Until
He D.I.E

Laugh & See
I Let it fly
Like veeze
I ain't worried
bout dese niggahs
So don't ask
bout me
I crop Ah
Bitch out
Leave tag
By p

Smith, On legend shit
Hop on wagon vision is, lucid
Arrows pointing to love, brown skinned Cupid
Like please don't come at me stupid
If you do we talk it

I'm done .
Tryna run up the funds , yeah I'm up like the sun .
Got a cup full of rum , niggas tuckin' the gun .
cnd I love when they run , I get bud by

better
I know that there will always be that spot
In my mind that makes me wonder
Whether they know I love
Them, and how much I love
Them with that said

and XXXTentacion
And just likе King Kong this immigrant's up to sum American dream
Yeah I got it going on
Bobby Brown wannabe makin' mamacita cum
I've been climbing

what fun!

But I'm neither, nor not or
Gates I flip my finger for
Flop houses too
I just wanna be in love with you

Then I became a king of folk
In

that you loyal 
Fuck With me you'll never cry eyyee eyeee eyeee 

I see that you royal 
She thick, brown eyes eyye eeye eeye 

She dont even want the red

You start rapping like them too?
We didn't

Care for
Turning our queens to whores
Kings to mannequins in stores
So much more
Are you ready for
You

to Tristan
I threw my heart in the trenches
They faked they love when I meant it
I gotta cry in Bentley

I put the top down let the whip breathe
I know I got

King sized bed, just sleeping one
She's on holiday alone
She left her worries, back at home
She ran away unchaperoned
A big straw hat, and a short

treat you right
But nah
That didn't matter none
You
Always stood by me
No matter what
Girl I swear
To your love and loyalty
Can't nothing ever compare

down and I didn't make sound
Distracted by women, I gave them a pound (I gave them a pound)
She screaming good grief, did I fuck Charlie Brown (What?)