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must be confused 
How you don't fuck wit me 
When I don't fuck wit you
And if you choose to leave 
Then you're the one who lose 
There's a line around

yellow painted gold 
Violet painted trees Hearts still cold 

Caverns which line my eyes block the sun 
There is another way

Stupid me, stupid me 

This line wraps the block 
Bless the patient patrons 
Who can but refuse to walk 
Put their faith in waiting 
In rush we trust, we

all of mine so I could study your thought
I crossed every line and every block that you walked
And I ended up here in your arms for a touch
How we made

it’s cute as hell
I knew to stare
Cause why would I not
I would line up the block
Just to see your face
I would sell fucking rock
So you’d get paid
I’m

the Exorcist, you can't sit next to this
You trying to piece it together like Tetris shit
Okay I've gained a little weight, yeah I admit it
But there's a line

ridin' solo but it's friday night
And I'm gettin' paid
Should I gas up at the esso
Should I gas up at the mart
There's a line around the block
'Cause it's

that her pussy basura (Trash)
You can die over pride, put your life on the line
Spin the block on the opps Imma shooter
Payback is a bitch and I knew her

line check
Nen Block und nen Stift
Mit nem Werbegeschenk der Bank schreib ich die Hits
Auch wenn ich jeden Tag allein in meinem Studio sitz
Fühl ich mich

you wanna sip 
Wanna roll too
Who got you niggas gas'd 
On that O'2 
Line around the block 
For the whole crew 
N they wont let you in 
Say you know

no me quisiste,
Lucy in my DM but she missed me with the shit,
Hoppin on my line I gotta block a bitch again,
Stabbed me in the back and then she tried

that's being rendered by the people living on that Street
The stock keeps going up
The bread line rounds the block
Are you sick of it
They give themselves

notice
Shawty make it rock
Work that thang around the clock
Everybody came to see it, got a line around the block
Cashing out them ones, I got funds

her like heeyo, how?
Like he Chinese I don't even know how I chopped em
I gotta get it I feel like a chop cause I'm on the line how I block em
All

they got 9 lives
Sacrifice I'm in the front lines
Round the block
Drive like 2 miles
With a 9 milly
And a tec 9
Back at it take a crack at it in

I'm at a point where nobody can guard the pivot still shooting shots
Never getting caught in the box
To me the finish line is only block like how

they'll never learn to tie their shoes
We watch the news, but the news, ain't really news anymore
In London, New York, Cape Town, Sydney
There's a line

my hands move up your inner thigh 
Can't stop won't stop 'til the finish line 
Spun the block in the drop top 
Old school make you pop lock bet it's

enough to have it on me need that mufucka cocked
Ain't coming into yo club unless the line round the block
And if security pat me down I got that shank in

There's a party tonight and anyone who's anyone will be there
The cars line up the block so every bachelor can have his shot with the unattainable

they ain't believe in him
Now their hands cannot stop it from the reaching in
Forming lines round the block each & every weekend
Leeching off a lucky

line mare
Kete block karibi tanka faceku kete majnu marichanti mo pachare
Sabhiye lagaanti mate blure blure mo focus achi only to upare[female]
O jebethu

right now
Love letters and all my verses in a BlackBerry
Swear to god, this deadstock
Line around the block, number 1, 1997 I'm next up
Turnt up, now you

that he'll be just what you need
Wash my eyeballs out every time he pops on my feed
Finding out like this is just insincere
Let me be clear
Was a line