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Bella Baby
I'm hella serious, I really fucking like you
While you're in Asia, I'll be here just spitting haikus
Don't look left, Gabriella, I'm the right

In a town called Venice
In 1254
The great adventurer Marco Polo was born
We don’t know much about his life
When he was a little kid
But judging by

Holy vision of prophecy through God’s Angel, to bring it to the 7 churches in Asia
All honor and praise to the Son, who dearly loves us, and has

to dakater Barbados and middle asia
One to tell friends about big booty lil mouth
Wifey home then it's on homeboys gettin out
New year different clout Level up

remains the epicenter with the
Largest number of cases but there are
Now reports from across china and addis
Spread to hong kong and elsewhere in
Asia

We

a snail
Met a guy named Dale looked a little too pale
Tough as a nail worked on the rail
Offed by a cop who took off into the swamp
I chased him and maced

Cause I did that

(Ayy)

Whatchu wish you was
Know I been that
And that's too bad

(Ayy)

I had no help, I was by myself
I was down bad

So fuck out my

tell me everyday that Ima be the one
And taylor finna graduate like where the time has gone
Look at Asia she found love and now she finna have a son

To the seven churches in the province of Asia:
Grace and peace to you from him who is, and who was, and who is to come
, and from the seven spirits

Cook shit up on the road by the whole slab
No time for the romance
Money only thing I grip when I hold hands
Feeling like McMahon when I walk around
Cus

hode er rynkefritt
Men er i et annet land.
I Asias største by,
på en liten mann. 

En bestemor skal ha rynker på,
Så hun blir kjent igjen
Når hun skal ut

her to the homies
Had to make a couple bands by lonely
Now I got ya speakerz knockin like the fuckin police, Got damn
Stay on top of cheese like

It's cash calls or they don't call 
Getting paid now like I pro ball 
Aiyash Davis or Kash Doll
Bad bitches n plenty sauce 

Burning by the acre
Im

Kevin Nadal proved it inflict traumatic stresses, yea
Foreign in our own nation,
911, four days went by
Balbir Singh Sodhi murdered at his gas station

bright I turn him to a zombie
How your music for the birds but ain't no one raven?
How you pushin' round bull and gettin' heard by nation?
How's you savin'

And two mami's with me at SLS down South Beach
Hit strips in whips that only driven by the Saudi's
And win so many chips that I get kicked out of Ballys

patient
And this ain't cockiness it's confidence I'm vindicated 
I'm tryna go way beyond my limitations 
Another level you unsettled by the innovation
I'm

it on me man
My money long I'm talking meters man
Drink by the litters man
The police come we don't know nothing man
We caught amnesia man
Don't know

the same thing to my face and i'm struck by this fear
I dunno where to start
And i dunno what to read
There are many wonka bars
And endless stuff to see
I

better by my lonely get macaroni
I be grinding like im Tony 'Gimme the trophy
She said she 'trynna get to know me 'and put it on me
But i can't trust

clouds in the sky
The depth of the winters will slip and will play ya
So deep like the potholes you'll come out in Asia
My mama called she said drive slow

of Malaysia
Asia tune frequency Poetic exposure
The beginning driven by the force and the rage
For ignition detonation Ammo war head
Approximate target

2014
I Took the first right 
Left,  then right again 
Walking down Bay Street 
Where the sirens parade
This is Staten Island
Run by Italian
Street gangs

Cent, Kanye's 
Murs, Ev's, Asia's, Sick Jack's
Ab Soul, K Dot
Mannnnn 
It's was his, hers, there's
And that's the biz
It's your turn now
Let em know what