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mes enfants, que tu soit la mère de mes enfants
Mais un jour t'es parti sans me rien dire, meme pas un au revoir
Tu m'as laiss seul, dans mes problemes,

me cause I'm purer one time here them folks come
One time for me to go nuts how you do that
Have me so in love, yeah i'm so in love, have me so in love

I'm still lit wait all facts
Just know I'm still lit
He talking bout that shit but I'm knowing he a real bitch aye
All facts he a real bitch
I swear

Pour faire la maille ouais on n'a plus le temps
Gland

J'm'arrête pas dans mon élan
Fils de pute j'te pète les dents
Car ce son, je renferme à ma

I'm just a
Backroad rolling
Backwoods smoking
Broke boy
From the south
Been hustling
All day and night
Tryna put some
Golds all in my mouth
They said

I'm off a backwood, got me stuck as fuck
I'm in the stu, I need some motivation roll another blunt
I'ma spend some change on a chain when I know I'm

I got some things to say
You outta the way
I'm outta ya lane
And No that won't ever change
You acting strange
been comin home late
I notice things

Baby I'm just being honest
Showed her the way, now you better find your faith
Baby I'm just being honest
And all the fame on the tv you seeing is

I'm sorry
You gotta be better
Stop modeling my letters
Stop lying to my letters

She ain't never wrote the letter
She ain't gonna sign you the letter

I don't care who you is or who you mess with
Tryin' to get in, but you're on the guest list
I'm pullin' up, headin' to the top

Pullin' up, finna turn

Nine eight, free the thugs Suck a K, I think another, opp dead now
Put your ski on, told brother, hop out, head down
Fresh off ah skit, I'm

Wasn't in a foreign, I was cruising in a Pontiac
Getting to the money, southwest where you find me at
Money yea I take it all coins, I'm like

post, I come in like I'm runnin' shit
They must've thought that I'm a host
Two on one, we skunkin' shit
These bullets go from coast to coast
Why y'all

Yeah
Bitch said she need rehab
Bitch, relax
You don't need that
I'm off these drugs, I'm bout to relapse
You can't touch, these pants cost three

all night

I can feel you coming
Know my feelings don't lie
You're with me, I'm better, better
You lay here, I'm better, better

You kiss me, it's

a perfect man
You have my word I'm doing all I can 
& I can't promise you I'll be a perfect man
You have my word I'm doing all I can

Neither a sinner

I'm feeling happy happy I gat no p
He took away my sorrow gbabe 
I gat no p
Nothing go fit stop my joy
Nothing go withdraw my joy
The God I serve no

And the dudes in the studio all day
But they making lullabies
Killing the vibe
They ain't even do it, right
Better get an alibi
Hello Hi to a hater guy
And I'm

This is our dying song

Woo uh woo
Woo uh woo
This is our dying song!

So here we are again I'm lying
Yeah another mother's crying
Pretty love

I'm intrusive,
I never had a clue if,
You love me like you said you did,
cll My friends said I was clueless,

Now I'm looking at our photos,
Wonder I

bruddas
On me N my mother
I'm not losin no mo brothers
We go slide fa each other
Right or wrong we together
We the mob good fellas
Pop the boi he kettle

to build my porch
Serving to build my church
Carry my heavy cross people follow me in a hearse
God how did I let this happen this isn't what we rehearsed
I'm

We Slide In The crty
I'm Rocking VLone 
I Feel Like I'm Bari
Balling On Them 
cnd I Feel Like I'm Horry
10k c Chevy 
cnd She Walk In For Me
I'm Really

Griot B 
Sit Down. Be Quiet 

Hello, I'm Griot b. How do you do. It's nice to meet you, 
Well no, honestly sarcasm free, you're trifling. I'm positive