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get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead

conversations
Oh I know, oh I know
I've been away like it's a vacation
So we-, So we-, So we-
Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit

dem bad, but wi know dem not
Don Dadda neva par wid nuh rahtid rat
Wid di scope pon di stand and wi nah look back
A nuh pree ting, a nuh me ting

all-black Nike airs
I Fell the serpent demon creeping in the night air
But the Lord by my side, man he right here
Man he right here, ok
Man he right here, ok

now
But at the time I was going I
Would look around at the work
Of the class and not feel inspired by the
Teachers, and I kinda, the
Idea of being

let nobody tell you
That ya always gotta be happy

It's ok to not be ok
Yes That's the truth
Dont be pressured by the world and society around you

It's

Every turn I ever made by chance
Stands in a line from there to now
I promise I'm not usually like this
But could someone please call me a taxi
And if

you its a nasal problem and hannah I
brought someone who wants to meet you 

Lilly: No way I promised are larva We'd  be home by 10 

Hannah: Ok fine

mistakes and 
What a mess we'd be in

It might not be right
But just for tonight
It's ok, oh it's ok
Why try to fight
What brings darkness a light
Yah It's

a thing
Clip hold a Whitney I know it's not right, but it should be ok when I'm letting it sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Clip hold

Conclusion
There is a certain social process which is known and
very visible but perhaps not acknowledged as much as
it should be. It is that one

I pray on it & stay on it (Ok ok ok ok)
I pray on it & stay on it (Yeah)
I pray on it & stay on it (I pray I pray I pray I pray)
I pray on it & stay

tryna make it right (Huh)
Bitch you ain't no fun no you not my type (Huh)
Hold on I'm not done let me tell you what I like (Huh)
Rule number 1 is you

tryna make it right
B**** you ain't no fun no you not my type
Hold on I'm not done let me tell you what I like (Huh)
Rule number 1 is you gotta cook right

bitch 'cause I got a loaf (Yeah)
She love Whitney, no not Houston, bitch I'm talkin' coke (Woo)
She be in it 'til it's finished but I got her soaked

I'm kickin' it, I'm Liu Kang
I'm (?) these niggas, they're too lame
Unorthodox, they're too tame
I'm right hand but play left
I'll chop a trend down

can't get enough
I ain't gonna leave this party 'til you right by my side
And I don't really mean to seem in a rush
But I'ma start it off with a little

empty inside
But I'm right here, there's no need to fear
It's not ok but its ok, cause I'm by your side

Days come, days go, but the tears still overflow

glitch, somethin' rich
Not tryna fuck
I'm tryna get head from your chick
And real talkin'
I don't do it for the people
Fly through it I'm Knievel, Swine Flu

Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
UGG Low Come from the bottom it's evident
808 block you ain't never been
Glock wit me like young Dolph
Step to me wrong

When I was young nobody taught me bout no rock roll
But Ma I swear that this guitar in my hands got its own soul
It's DNA must be the same as mine

body is in fumes
Now it's just burning in flames
Niggas be trying compare me
But you know we is not the same
I think this bitch trying to play me
But I

me out I'm no easy pick
But I got me some rocks the ones they can kick
Up down left right cheat code beast mode
On the same page but we not on the same

keep on walking, It's dead, not no pickle
I count up my money, the the root of all evil
You only live once I look back and I'm teethin
My chain got