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on the kid I'm really trying not to sink I catch a bid that twenty ain't nun to me And how them exotic drugs give you energy Yeah you can ride out with Karti
don't play it safe Bitches you on backpage Rich nigga goin datway I just want it datway 20 bands on a bad day Hit the dash then I skrt thru the fastlane
with that much more dread Train's twenty percent gaps Twenty percent the cream-colored house Twenty percent the stop sign That I'll stop for but not
In my draws started up the whip Twenty grams of the D Twenty of the white I can tell that it's about To be a good night Swerve blowing up my line I
я умру - не знаю, но все-таки подожду. Нет ответа на столько вопросов, и Привяжи меня тут самыми крепкими тросами. Меня уносит течение в никуда! Я 20
Now I want 20 a show shut down the club And I leave with the hoes They like the smell of my polo cologne Jugg Act In my body Sip juice every day
the tell I need cake rendezvous same state C.O.D. all day and they layered me up Now I got it for the L oh Twenty-two for the elbow Meet a nigga at the spot
This year I'll learn a hobby Save more money Workout daily Eat more healthy And drink more H20 Eat at home Ditch my phone more This year I'll do more
ma kela fazem resistente Ku olho aberto, Sima mi Tem um puto yo na street Ki ata fazi trocas pá notas di 20 Reto amadora ou Colombo pah cumpra uns
to one hundred Keep it that twenty-four seven three six five Times a week practice your horn stitching together some beats Cause that's the least ya gotta
It' s been two days on deck In twenty foot seas All our hooks in the water, but you still can't see We're comin' in! Oh Yeah! We're comin' in!
the warning signs I hope someday I find that love they talk about, but today is not that day I know one way I'll make it through, turn twenty-two and say that
Damn I love the way you dance I wish I was your man's I just blew like 20k like that straight on the fam I don't, really post none of my shit up
Papi he one in a million Finesse his ass Nigga green like a grimlin I get the green spinach Twenty twenty ain sparing no feelings Beanie Sigel bitch
on the gas full steam I'm killing shit I'm only twenty three But mirror it starts with you and me 781 to the bean I'm perfect on the hook I'm Kareem Young
them packs These niggas get played that's a fact Play with me man that's a wrap 20s on my wrist 20s on my B Pull up in your city with 20s on the drip
Now I'm twenty six Didn't accomplish shit Feeling worthless But life is too precious to quit Too precious to Running Running Trapped in a maze Walls
no more hits for you Bank account no longer on empty Money on hefty Take two 20s put em in my back pocket Kiss my ass 2020 You can stay on that 2020
this I'm a Savage twenty one Savage Kaepernick no afro pick Taking over no apologies I'm killing all this shit Why you even trying to front nigga you
take the bait But steady calling me fake Bitch I'm exotic Riding around topless My bro smoke toxic If I cop it he got it Cause I stay solid 20 bands in
I be moving round You can’t tear down the reality I’ve created Prosperous success lemme tell you it’s amazing twenty twenty’s my year remember I ain’t
you wanted was the loot Mixing my cup up with the sprite Down twenty shots cause' she think that i'm alright Hella pissed off smoke in my eye Girl leave
Went to college what’s up Freshman Fifteen Lost twenty in the first three weeks I remember back in twenty fourteen Entered high school with waist twenty
big cousin doing twenty For some fluke shit Called the other day Like I’m loven how you move shit When I touchdown man I promise Ima move quick I can
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