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capping story fictional 

You should be your self and be original

If you in the game you know the principles 



Now I make more money than the principal

than the eyes can see
You know you’re the baddest one in control 
But I won’t be the one 
To be Fighting off them hoes

[Break]

[Hook]
Oh you, you’ll

even
That is what your bitch ass gets for leavin’
Yeah, yeah


(Side B Outro)

Recap Side B
Perfect timing
Let’s agree
I’m good at rhyming


Let’s agree

My baby got a wild side
Just like me sometime
My baby got a wild side
Just like me sometimes
And we make love like an animal
You be the prey, I be

wanted it, so I told the bitch be gone,

(Goalie)
Bitch be gone you cant focus on me,
Got you in the background,
You cant do hocus pocus on me, (ah),

Where i'm from, imma tell you from the trenches
Fuck around and get your door knocked off the henges 
To be my bitch, gotta be lucky, that's a privilege

em
I just pass em to my niggas
If they want em
Never been the type to be fronting like I be stunting
Never had it all but best believe nigga I know

your ears but you will face the music
Not sad i do bad by my lonesome
I wont go back to the wrong one
If I do that then I'm on one
Gotta be the bigger

of the tribe
My ex wuz a eight but my new one a dime
We get the money we chase the bag
We look to the future to replace the past
Use to be mad now I be glad
Oh

be counting days,
We be gettin paid offering on sundays,
Nowhere near afraid of you talkin gun play,
Move like a chess game,
She like poppy play yo

to see me dead,
All the things, that you ment, they replay inside my head
I will be dead, I will be dead
Swear to god with what you said, its like you'd

the beef I'll decline it
These bitches want beef but I can’t even find em
These bitches want beef but I cant even find em
Bitches be sneaking and bitches be

Mind!!
(Whoa!)

Pull Apart Everything You Believe In!! (Uh Huh)
Read Between The Lines What You Believe In!! (Better)
Be Careful Looks Can Be Deceiving!

for me I ain't gone cry I ain't lookin for no sympathy

Man you niggas can’t really be serious If gonna be nothing in this world I’m a lyricist claiming

hided 
You say without you 
I wont be one, I wont be none
Now, it's time for a ghetto boy 
To get on spot, to get this hot
I hope you're heard from me
No

Definitely--- no maybes or might be’s
I love---when you wrap your arms around me
Ooohweee
Your fingers roaming my body
Desire in your touch passion

Ima selfmade young nigga bitch for real

(VERSE 2)
Cocaine fucking powder so you know the fiends be loving it
Mouth be so damn dry they drink tequila

be back stage 
Or be in the crowd

And this Is my thing when it comes to you
You get ya attitude,
And  then we get into it,
Like when I’m angry 
You

can keep it face to face lets wake and bake the broccoli.

Money moves in place of make and top is where we got to be we ought to be

I’m done for sure and you fucking screwed
Nobody’s gonna love you the way I do

Aye NaNaNaNa 
Now you don dey call my phone 
You don f*ck 
When i be

strange
That even love can’t do me well
I might be sick, I might be off inside my head 
But I don’t wanna hurt you
I’m just sorry my heart’s gone dead
But

future
50 anniversary with all my friends lost in poetry
They might be right
I might be wrong about me
And all you said to me
But I wouldn't change a thing

Motherfuckers know what the fuck they doing
Ruin plans don’t demand
And now we spent off their ruin
I don’t understand stand I can’t be the man to be

Flights to Paris
Winging it, don’t like preparing
Meet your friend, and if she just my type we might be sharing
She might be caring, but I don’t care