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on a winning streak
At the peak, fuck the fame
Play the game, numbers growin' every week
Yo, it's cutthroat, man, uh
This ain't for the weak
Have your 15 minutes

Would you risk your family for 15 minutes of dick
Know we divorcing up cause the thought of you makes me sick
Explain to my son, sometimes it's the way it

ne sont plus passionnés, le sexe se termine en 15 minutes et dure des heures.
Tu savais m'aimer.

No, no, no, no, no
Dis tout ou je le ferai.

Quoi

you missin
Smackin' on your ass while you cookin
I do the dishes, talk every day
But fuck like I ain't seen you in a minute

Do your homework on this

lady shit, got me sad
Ten minutes songs, better than half of the shit that a niggas be speakin' on
Long Live Baby Dee
Long Live Tay-Tay
Man, I miss my

turn Your back right? I can't lose You fail when
You don't try You missing every shot that you Don't take If I ain't 15 minutes early

Then nigga I'm

who throws a curve when I try to bat, shhh
We don't gotta name drop, we ain't Ego, on Mojave
When he got that price drop
Past my 15 minutes but I'm

Chloe and Halle
Drawing Hitomi Tanaka, in a spread eagle posture
Imagination's bonkers, shots going off
By yakuzas, packed 15 deep in a Mazda

I drop art,

Walk over here to this bike with me
Stationary bike, yeah
We gon' start out with a warm up on this bike
We gon' do

15 minutes on level Ten
You ready?

way
She told me 15 minutes ago
She doesn't want you to stay
You have a camera that
Sees all the pictures of Mackinstosh and me
You're a sweetheart
Youre

and needing comfort
I can never go 15 minutes without
That little hit of dopamine that's found
On little screens, the world convenes, to try an find meaning
I

ain't seen you or IG

We got AR-15s, we gon' shoot you in the head hard
Yeah, it's not fucking bullshit
But you gon' make this shit hard
Bitch, you gon'

the code
Step in a 15-minute ghetto and never leave
From your puppet master who will forever lead
Gotta get a permit when we travel the streets
Trilateral

I've been down for a minute, I ain't trippin', I'ma get it back
Replace the metal with that gold, and let my wicks touch my back
And I ain't smokin'

Welcome to the album
I mean like, it's not an album, really
It's like probably not even 15 minutes long
It's an EP
We'll go with EP
Welcome to the EP

even waste a minute
I could never have enough, I never had a limit
I know you tired of acting tough cause that's not how you living
I got the shack pack,

blown
She going dumb with her eyes closed, I'm giving 15% like it's Gieco
Shawty you tripping, she think that she fuck with NPeezy for free, I'm in God

still crying
I was 15 when my uncle died, I'm 20 now, but he on my mind
I was 18, I touched 10,000, I'm talking about at the same time
I was 19, touched

alright?
On this chunky costume jewelry
Everything is quiet and still
No creeping beings haunt these hills
Even so the air feels wrong
Each minute feels

17, writin' 16s, prayin' for my
15 minutes
Whatchu move big 4-teeny moves stay winnin'
What's 10 years missin' in a life long mission
3 years hard work,

fucking loser ass nigga,
Nigga i had you on the way to my fucking house and then I literally,
You was 15 minutes away from me, I told you to turn around so

If I had just one minute for me to sing the blues
I'd light me up a big cigar, a double shot of booze
Now I got 45 seconds and I'm crying in my beer

could
Uh Uh Uh
Nothing you could
Two lives
Just to know
But I have one
And that's okay
I could move it
Use it
Do it
I can do it
Wait 15 minutes
In

Peterson
I run it back
Im fuckin up a sack
I jus add it up

Bag it up,
Then I hit the corner
Seen so many quarters
Plug jus hit me like come get me
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