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you spin and giggle, Ginny, chin-chin
This bitch is dog-faced like her name is Rin Tin Tin
So I aim my cum at her hair till she looks just like Tintin
I
spot where they found him
And the medics and and all the passers by go back
Where they came from till eventually
No one surrounds him and the blood pours
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man
Bring him back to me
And make my dreams come true
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Can't you make her see
We need each other?
I'm no good alone
I
And if she was standing right here right now
I let her and her friend know
(Uh huh)
Like Aye girl (Aye girl)
Its me again (Its me again)
Can you bring
then i picked him up moving bags like
The trash man narcs hot put that dope by the
Trash can blowing za kinda low call the gas man
Yeah im running up
ken, there's nane can guess
What brings me back the gate again,
But she, my fairest faithfu' lass,
And stownlins we sall meet again.
I'll aye ca'
to walk in my shoes
That's too many people that can't relate
Am I in too deep
Got my dogs by side, so I cannot flee
I've been aiming for the crown, I can
Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one
me straight
I can't live without her I fuck her everyday
Shawty stayed by my side when I started grindin'
She da main reason why a nigga shinin'
again
Cuz I been there done that I’m been taking a lot of hits on the chin
And I’ve said it before I’m doing everything I can
Talking, walking,
tell me can you bring it back
This the type of beat to make you bounce like rubber
That boy b frank yea he a bad motherfucker
Always talk cash cause I
I'm anointin'
I can't see my cup and I can't seem to point it
Went bought her that Patek, it's coming in yellow
I ball like Carmelo, the Roc',
But I will
No he can't yeah she can't
But I will
Que made the beat by the way
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
But I will
Suburb swerving man I gotta watch
a figure
I missed her
I heard nothing but birds calling and sticks falling to the ground
I began walking away until I was frozen by a faint sound
Her voice
colder than Danica watching her EX play
So much jeopardy this year I got no answers like sway
God tier write my verses with chisels and tabernacles
I bring
Uh,
Yeah,
Uh oh,
Yea
Hey Barbie, ah, ah, ah, are you into black men?
He hey hey barbie! Hey I can be your black ken
Wow! cause' once you go black,
Creeping, late night on the move
Gotta get this cash, see us as we cruise
Rolling on that shit
Hold up, I can't bring nothing back, it's straight
not have a lot of money
This I thought she understood
I know the young girls can be led away
By pretty things and pet desires
Now I must go and bring
come back to me with the commission
And that's why
I can't love her
And I can't trust her
So I gotta thug her
So I gotta thug her
So I gotta thug her
So
that, bring that cheddar back
If not hear the baretta clap
Your fault you shoulda measured that
Bad white bitch guess where I met her at
By the bar by
or would she sweetly bend
I wish i might or I wish I may
Bring her back to the light so we can play
And sing our songs to the stars till they fade away
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin', she just knows
By the way I look
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