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wrong
So broken you can't even pawn
Cuz right now I'm as low as a pawn
Tryna give Him the time that he wants
But what I want is different from the living

have to see that tool
Special Ed nigga cuz you know I'm bout to act a fool
Watch me hit my jigga dawg
Ballin wit no dribble dawg
These niggas be bitches

falling down
On your front stoop
'Cause I'm half a broken promise
But I half just wanted to be wanted by you
Babe just wanna be who you choose
And every

before us
Classy, sassy, funky, fresh
(Can't get enough of it)

Put your hands up
'Cause we got something new
We're here with an offer
You won't wanna

Originale ancora una volta italia jamaica
Vacca divoice big tim

C'è qualcosa che non và ma non
Riesco a capire che cos'è
Forse perchè sto prendendo

at the roots
Bite my tongue 'cause we don't overshare

When life gets grey, what will you do?
Things drift away, no room left for you
'Cause when I'm feeling low

to get to you cuz you are all there is
When everyone has given up I know that you exist

We keep pushing through the mud
in a steady motion
to build our

the oxygen around me
I can't see. My vision's getting blurry
The air inside my lungs is not the same outside
'Cause I can't match the songs to all the tears I

know I been tripping but you know I got to fight it
Peddle to the meddle told the devil get behind me
Cuz I know he gone try it
If I'm lying, then I'm

that I don't see it
You could swear that you mean it
When you say you don't want no one else
But baby, you been lying to yourself, oh, no

'Cause

under the covers
Just wait until the summer
Oh
Oh
Yeah, oh
'Cause waiting is one thing
And change is for the better
If I only hate one thing
It's

 mind
‘cause she’s running on my spine
And mean exactly that that

Jungle Beat i can hear you
Just like drums I can hear jungle Beat
I can feel you ‘Cause

Conosci Frankie? Che forza Frankie!
Ah, che cos’è!

Se tu vuoi Frankie fai prima zero
Poi tre sei, tre
Otto, quattro, cinque,  sei

E chiami Frankie

Excuse me, what?

I don't wanna talk to you, nah
'Cause I am not your mom, it's not my job (see what I'm sayin'?)
I know I'm the baddest bitch

other independent artists how
To make some money
Spittin' game 'cause I learned the game
Nobody put me on it
Rappers act like they got love for
They

I swear that these niggas not real
They ain’t your man
You ain’t ever been stuck in a jam
Cuz if the story don’t add up
Then we both going in the can

messed up but should you come on by
I can't help it cuz you always running through my mind
Said you don't got the time
Not like that anymore
Give me

It's a all gold trim
I'm feelin' like Em 'cause I
Just went and looked at
My bank account and that shit worth a M
I ain't tryna blend, bitch
I'm tryna

I entertain myself up in the
Shower, I can never kiss you
I hate the way keep it to myself
That's exactly why you should offer help, mm

'Cause I'm

all about
I'ma uh
I'ma figure it out
I'ma pick up the ball
And score on this mount
Cuz it's uh

I'm fleeing demons, woah
Why don't we just come together

to my ways so I said
No way
Ain't no way I'm goin down
Imma pull through, trying to leave out of this
Despair
Cuz too many people trying to tell me

still gotta rep myself (Huh)

My heart need a bandade
No trust in a hand shake
Cut grass 'cause you can't see all the snakes that's on a rampage
No bulb

Tryna get approval from my dad
Cuz I ain't get it from my real pop
Blood, tears, pain, and sweat
Through this music they gone feel us
Rappin off my

razie nie chce przejść
A na razie tylko buch, żeby umiliło sen
Chciałbym nowy wóz, coś jak AMG Coupé
Ale wiem, że muszę uzbierać, żeby miało to sens
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