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Girl your lips softer than a petal
And ya kisses hotter than the devil
Yeah I see it bouncing like jello
Something make me wanna say hello
Girl your

ya'll just watch me

I'm a black king that's how I see me
Fools talking stuff, they don't want to mess with me
Time to start my reign, that's my decree
I

I was out Trappin'
With The homies 
(Aye Aye)
Bitch back back 
You don't know me
(Okay Okay)
N***a lost ya bag
Now you're lonely
(Yeah yeah)
This is

afforded 
If you lucky you enter da highway 
If you not police stop you for highway 
Make you press ya pockets for them bribe eh 
And If not a 47 migraine

You was dead wrong, dead to me
Look at what you said to me
Thought you was ahead of me, but I still be developing
Enveloping, eating like a burger ya

No tengo mas razones para amarte
Tu cuerpo no me excita más
Ya no hay consuelo para mi alma
Solo necesito apartarme de vos

Es el destino el que

visto
 
Ya estas aquí llegaste bien, te estuvimos esperando 
Si no podes hablar mírame bien te estoy mirando 
Y te creo, y te entiendo y te siento

Gregg Pop'
Boy, I stop a 3-peat
Thought that you was goin' strong
'Til I came along
(Came along)
I just took ya' bitch
Damn bro, she did you hella wrong
I

Diamonds on my, diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my, diamonds on my neck
All this ice on I cant help but flex
Im the man now ya girl give me sex

mind, yeah
Reminiscing when you were mine
Sorry I don't mean to waste your time

Tell me why I'm up stressing over ya
When I could be flexing on ya
Tell

a minute, say Ville I wanna run it wit ya
This rap shit, their wasn't another nigga fucking wit ya
If you had to leave, why you go in the worst way
Fresh out

(aye)
Hop in the Range and we outta here
Skrt on them bitches without a care
Cards on the table like Solitaire
Fuck wit ya boy if you for a pair
My milly

to ya finest residence
No, need for any dead presidents
We just wanna live this life right with the Benjamins
We the ones yeah, we got them visions
We

Why would you play me
Callin me baby
You went and broke me ya
You went and played me ya
You went and lied to me
You went and flexed on me
Why would

Line it up, line em up yeaaa yeaaa ayyy
Uh okay, uh okay, uh okay
Pussy ass nigga ya feel me?
Re-up on the stash money, fast money while we run it up

Me a bust a tune and me throwing alley oops 
Me a ride de riddim neva take me for a fool
If ya feel me different then ya might not feel the groove

compas
Que ya no soy el mismo
Desde que estoy sin ti todo me parece aburrido
Tan distinto 
Ya no voy en tu camino
Pero ¿adivina que?
Sigo haciendo lo mio

you

Tomame ya, tomame ya
I want your body, want it right now 
Ponte pa'ca, ponte pa'ca
Take that shhh out 
Ahi, ahi
Ahi, ahi
Tomame ya, tomame ya
I

Pistols poppin, bodies droppin my society is devoured by the rich and famous
They got eyes on me
YA YA YA YA!
Singin' singin'
Songs of liberation

YA YA YA

It's Bliteindian ya ya
These bitches be actin like niggas
These niggas be actin like bitches
What's wrong with these niggas
What's wrong with these

Alright alright alright
I had to roll it up, let me sit down and talk to ya
Kickback, light match, catch flight
Mary Jane to blame for the flame that

It's ya boy, Joey Bread, get my name right
Eating pasta and pussy in the same night
This ain't Drake vs. Pusha, that shit's rap light
I could run

cross a line between space and time
Ohh
This place is sublime, but never mind
Paranoia
There’s something in the empty cage
Oh but I’ll ignore ya
And can’t

cross
Mind ya business
And watch your whole fucking life it vanish
Pump the shotty
Storm the lobby
Should have turned a blind eye to strong arm robbery