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the blue once I ice out a bezel
Try to backdoor a nigga gon' bring out the stepper
Keep the thing on me twenty four seven it's tethered
Ain't rolling me into

there as of today
Oh, and you've got a DWP appointment at 3

Glen recoils, almost slitting his shoulder
On an exposed bedspring
It's 7am, just leave me

getting her back tonight
And I hate thinking about that shit I did, it's like my kryptonite
And I hate wearing blue to school, them niggas be thinking I'm

veiled aristocracy
I'm exempt
I'm exempt
I'm exempt from you

Verse 3

I'm exempt from your precious oligarchy
I'm exempt from the cameras looking at me

seven, you could never Bend, break, or fold
Cause niggas really dyin' out when they ain't
Livin' by the code
Just fall back and never make a scene and Get

endless
Don't worry thats a friend
Oh its just business
You'll be home by 3am
Its after 7 shit
Oh but you still 25
The plans was last minute shit
Your phone

Projection

(Verse 3)
Opened my eyes, what did I spy?
My body sittin' there, closed eyes, no lie.
Shocked, to say the least, is that what I look like?

baby dont worry 
u are my only 
u wont be lonely
even if the sky is falling down
baby are u down down down? 

3. Timber pitbull ft kesha 
NADIA TITANYA

sleeping at John's
Waking up in aisles of 7-Eleven Slurpee shops
Immersing myself in flavors of blue raspberries and black cherries
That grew in poisonous

full of emotions so when you sip
There's a red velvet tux and it's grabbing you by the hips
But what you scared for you already here so
You know what you

huff and puff
Jetkid
Like double o seven, I roll in this bitch
I dare you to move, I'ma take off your lip
I fucked on this bitch and I tell her,

headphones on
They 'Beats by Dre' I can't hear her
Fell so hard its slippery
And your feelings don't mean shit to me
We broke up and you choked up
And now

dancing

By the time I was twenty-five
I looked like forty-two
With seven hungry mouths to feed
And one more nearly due

Me husband, he walked out on me

He ditched his old Toyota for a new one
He ditched his old Toyota for a blue one
Now you have to drive us to Azusa
Get fucked
His bumper is glued, but

nigga fuck a cost
O'Seven New England I ain't take no loss
Twenty-three from da Plug nigga Randy Moss
Two bitches look da same
Simmons and TRoss
Older

where wheels keep spinning
Pilots on stand by to fly me
To any city or country
I can't let nothin' distract me
I can be clean or get nasty
I want those

how many figures do you want, hmm, like seven
In the club, pourin' up some drank, lookin' like a chemist
Shawty fine as hell, I fucked her on the sink,

bins for recycling 
Eight compact light bulbs 
Seven striped hemp beanies 
Six recycled ornaments 
Five books by Heinberg 
Four bamboo bookshelves 
Three

666" The
Book was the Satanic Bible by Anton
Lavey after Scott Waterhouse's trial
Both the prosecution
And the victim's father claimed
That although

The devil's got Bugattis for sale
Benz truck, Porsche, Maseratis as well
Bitches by the boatload, filling up your coke nose
Hope we don't end all up in

eyes see three in a black tracksuit
But if I'm running a bank
Scam it's black suit's
But I'm like Wretch though cos
My dress codes never retro
Fresh

CAN SEE ME SHOW BOATIN

I WHIP IT GRIP IT ON 37'S RIPPING UP HIGHWAY 11
MY SUPER CHIP IS MY SAUCE FOR DIPPIN
YEAH THAT'S ME IN A BIG BLOCK
7-3 SYNTHETIC

blues
It wasn't easy to smile here
Thugs and killers
Hustled dollars and death here
And all these folks were just trying get by
And all these folks just

couldn't care less about sleeping
Three AM And this still beeping
I crack it open, it's reeking
Quick tester and they can't stop speaking
Sports Mode