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can't comprehend
She withchu cuz I let her go
Figaro Figaro
All I hear when I go low
High notes reach heaven when I send em in
Hell of a rhymer
Fucking

shining, the windows down, and I feel home
Bumping Tuyo by Rodrigo, that's my theme song
Tap in the mind of others, I'm on my Elon
Don't need a Neuralink

Modern Day Mugging

Ugly Mac Beer

Ugly Mac Beer Invasion!

can't tell
But still, you gotta be careful
Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful

V personally favors, "please don't kill me"
Empty out

Niggas want no static
Boy you ain't no savage
She talkin' to four-five niggas
She don't want no marriage
I met her last week and I hit it
She don't know

in bed for hours
Head to the sky, stand tall, Eiffel Tower
Braver than brave, way by Adam Powell
So unexpected, but never doubted

Ambition, go get

filthy
Not a hypocrite cuz sometimes I be Guilty
Wanna make her feet curl
Shea moisture
Hair it be silky
You know
You made this much music better spit Good

she a fan

AHoundin my brother get sticky like butter But he gon' get us out this jam
5th to Lenox damn
By myself wit no pole in my hand

Wishin' it

by it
Hair tied back and bitches would lie flat
Slap their own arse, just beg me to ride that
Yeah, I probably wonder where her mind's at
I rap not for

represent
Yeah thats what i represent
Im loyal, my word's what i live by
I talk good, my walk good, my shoes fly
She with me, no hickies, the smart type
Thats

ass
Sitting in my seat and my
Banks getting a little fatter
By the hour
The coins taste sour
So I sat her
Down
And I gave them some game
I said don’t

thought
You listening to steak laughing
But you really just kissed my ass
Sitting in my seat and my
Banks getting a little fatter
By the hour
The coins

bitch running her hands through my hair
Mad lit, blowing smoke up in the air
Drum kicks, followed close by the snares
7 1 6, your session ain't shit till

band up by the tons
Bad bitch with a attitude acting real rude
Real hair looking like weave swear she got it glued
In the gym five am working on her

sleeplessness
Reflections after Jane
How I long to live inside a window

By the sighing motorway
Feel the city searching for my loneliness
In all the dust

got gonads, you got no nads, don't even got hair on your balls
In the rap game, and I'm very involved, uh, we live in America dog
Doo-doo-doo, and I

though can the
Man hot in the Lambo aC chillin' too though
One seat for like two hoes
Bad bitch named Mae-Ling
Short hair with a tan, though
Run bands like

so gal want bread off me 
Check the flow brother iam letting the lead off squeeze
I aint the mc that says there better
Circles his ends in a  s a r v