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nice jeans but you're riding the bus
Ik all about the gimmicks and the skemes that you run
Screaming black lives matter but you fall from the gun

Nah ik

these shots out the semi boy I know you can't see me
Yeah bitch, I'm A
That don't mean that you can be me
Heard yo bitch was gay
Still got in them jeans

cause they like to run they mouth
Baby that ain't all that run, cause she got some miles on her
I can help you get it out, if you're trying to start over

niggas
Squad up, I got a real team full of killers
I ride for my niggas
While these niggas steady snitchin'
I’mma die for my niggas, get like me
Blue

I got thirty stacks in my designer jeans
Word, we getting wasted like the whole day
The bitch said my kisses taste like Rose'
But my dick harder than

walking by 
It's you I hate the most, but you that's on my mind
And all the brown skin ladies go head and form a line 
I see freak in you baby - Jodeci

tho, it put me to the work
Just cuz I'm brown, you gon treat me like dirt
And cuz he's not, shit for him
You'd lift up your shirt, ooh
Shit I don't even

nothing but a blip since my sonics arisen
Guess I'm a blue blur, depressed so I shoot words
They call me every name in the book but I've been through worse,

nothing but a blip since my sonics arisen
Guess I'm a blue blur, depressed so I shoot words
They call me every name in the book but I've been through worse,

Fucking with brown this dick aint free
If we get a room you gonna pay that fee
I aint staying long don't need no key
Buss my nut and run
Baby that just How

introduced me to this jazzy off the block
 Grammies with her family 
Michelle and then Barack
A message and a pen hear me  plotting for the top
From the Slate

THE BLUE IN YOUR NEW JEANS, IS GONNA FADE OUT
SOULS ON THESE OLD BOOTS, ARE GONNA WEAR DOWN
THE FIRE IN THE SKY, WON’T LAST TOO MUCH LONGER TONIGHT

You niggas lightweight weenie (lightweight weenie), I'm just keepin' it real
I'm a Frisco nigga with a different appeal
White tee, blue jeans, fitted

calling me papi she mami
Her ass still be popping in mom jeans
Dam she slim but it's phat
She rocking my diamonds I hit from the back
I'm hearing

Left-left my pain inside my soul suh’
Lost everthing, felt like I had no one
My baby, shocked by your candor
Actually I’m not that bad sober

up my cheese
Fat blue stacks went down my jeans
I be stacking up my bread by any means
Fuck that love shit, dead to me
Heart cold how I like my

Long Live the Night

The Reklaws

Long Live the Night

2018

till dawn
Man it's on

Blue jean babies
501s
Music's playing, yeah we're swaying, turn this one up
The stars are falling like confetti, so wish

cold beer never broke my heart
She was a Carolina blue jean baby
Fire in her eyes that drove me crazy
It was red tail lights when she left town
If I

some molly in my pocket and she wanna take it too
I ain't gotta lie, baby, I'ma keep it true
Like the jeans on my waist
Matching hunnids, matching blues

Hop in my new whip call it metal sonic
Had to stop by the union make a deposit,
She stay call me lil vert, I said baby stop it
If it's fly niggas

616 Rewind

Celph Titled

The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos

Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em