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And always keep good company when you go on a spree
Be sure'n stay clear of Patrick Street or else you'll rue the day
In a woman's skirt and jumper they will

Now watch me do my dance and let all my friends know
One foot on the gas pull off like I'm Enzo
One hand on that ass I don't wanna let go
Copycats

got it, swear
I love them diamonds
Diamonds grind so we get dope
Niggas want flex so we keep that blow
Talk that loud then blow by the
O from NY got

I'm talking bout the mental one damn ay
I ain't shake your hand man
No good sportsmanship you're giving my team what is that fam lil bitch
Go and claim

weren't
Even expecting you
All that good girl acting's excessive
She rode dick with no hands, she a Tesla
Weirdo rappers, I'm ahead bitch
I'm light-years

we gon' do our thang

Learn about business from running the business
Always on go, it's good for my fitness
Tracing my steps, being smart with my

She reaches out and touches my farm-weathered hand.
Maybe we should stay here, live off the land
Work the pastures of cultivated charm.

Papa don't you

Girl I've already tried
To hit your line like 3 fucking Times
Just let me know if you're
Good or not all right
Call me back

Yeah 3 AM raining so

me
Uh, you never wanna leave me
I can die for you odo
Sweetie pie I’m there for you
I will always be by your side
You keep holding me so tight
Don’t

as your angels
Expect I couldn't bear to watch
I'm tearing off like a paradox
You can't square against the most prepared
In this pair of docs suck my pears,

Given by the Lord
You couldn't say they weren't mine
So we they say God is good
I gotta say all the time 

Oh Glory glory Hallelu 

Fast forward 
Twenty

off dead
It sucks to me, the one and only as I sit here by my lonely
Separated from the world cause the world is so phony
Hear my cries, tell me why

vision knowing you're my girl

This one of those champagne flutes
So we toast to good health, relax and renew

Eye to eye, surround ourselves with good

Numbers, bitch I’m 1K
Don’t ask if I’m hands-on
These niggas pussy like some tampons
3 my slime from the jail house
That’s another postage stamped off
DSQ

Imagine that you got a lotta shit but not the girl you want the most
Man I'm ignored like a ghost
There's a lotta pain in my throat
Impossible to boast
Damn

met a black face that you trusted, or is it that you never met a black face and adjusted? I tried to keep cool, but you forced my hand. Based off skin,

dick off, it get sticky
I handle my business, she hand me the blicky
Sip on the liq, I get thirsty
I roll up the blunt and she pour up the Henny
She pour

black though

Off the 1942 feeling so classical

My heart on my sleeve like the shit fashionable 

Girl didn't we go every place you asked me to go

N.y

just tryna make my ends
You're just tryna keep us friends
Cycle goes around again
Oh
Gotta kill these habits, I
Gotta kill these demons, they're
Never

the same 
While the days pass by 
Life's a gameplay of torture where they hate half time 
Missed my funeral cause i was drinking late last night 
You can

the hood

Hard to keep your faith when all you see is jugs
Niggas throwing gang signs, get that understood
Now we got a line on the plug, we bout to eat good

the door
Feast on decaying meat
The engines passing by
Dead eyes will not care
To help me live or die
All they do is stare
It feels like every room is

Bird
Flyin' off the Wocky, spillin' drop on every turn
Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's R.I.P. Hutch,

're missing
You're slipping from my grasp
Walking on broken glass
Trying to keep you from fleeing
You're disappearing
Gone for good
And there's nothing I can do