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slippin', we slimed him, left his nose runnin' (in his house)
Knowin' I can't lie, so when she asked me, I make no comment
Terrorizin', thuggin', doin' dumb
dick, bruh, you don't love me
Always callin' me big bruh, and you don't know me
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
I can't count this shit up,
I am not in Kansas
I can't slow down and I can't stand it
Broadcast News into Hallelujah
Hanne Darboven had a great idea
Make a list, write it
I could write something better in my sleep
I could sing so pretty it'd make your heart weep
I could steal a kiss but it could not keep our love
I
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Nigga, my fit on point, yeah
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I'm straight on stage
I
don't know you
But I want to
And I don't wanna steal your freedom
I don't wanna change your mind
I don't have to make you love me
I just wanna take
when you see 30BG
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Make unnu tell am to call me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Why them com dey para, para,
the gears (skrrt)
My bitches is ballin', make these niggas chill
Audemars, baguettes with the crushed face (ice, ice)
I leave a bitch mad with the stuck
me (glad to see me)
Why you can't jump on top of me? I don't wan' hear nan' reason (nan' reason)
This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole
I'm blinded by faith
But if I run out of air
If I crash I don't care
I'm gonna do it my way
I can make it through this
You can throw the world in
put together again
So, when I'm cryin'
Baby, let me cry
Don't try fix to it
And make it right
I wish you could love me like a girl
I wish you
like a thug do
Ayy, hit my phone if that pussy nigga rough you
Make him buppy down with them cutters when we come through
Your lil' nigga 'til
together again
So, when I'm cryin'
Baby, let me cry
Don't fix it
Don't try to make it right
I wish you could love me like a girl
I wish you could
to hurry there it always takes a while
Those wandering witches turning off those switches to the life that makes you smile
To the life that makes you smile
You gave an inch, I took a mile
You lit a match, I set a fire
You know they say to make amends
Face to face
And though I know it's not my place
This is my time with you, I'm not giving it back
They could break our arms but we will remain intact
You'd never had anyone make you feel so good
I've yet to break a sweat
I'll make your past regret its future
Here's to you
When it all comes down
To a sunrise on the East Side
Will you be
alive
My sub came alive
They saying bass died, my sub came alive
Automatic quake make em' automatic shake
It's hard to fill your face, way on Mars
Maybe I, maybe you
Can make a change to the world
We're reaching out for a soul
That's kind of lost in the dark
Maybe I, maybe you
Can find
wanna be the other guy (let him run wild let him run wild)
I'm not the bad boy in this boy
I wasn't born to make you cry (she will make you cry she will
another
Another piece of luxury like me
You're such a motherfucker
You couldn't even make, make, make my tea
Guilty, until innocent
It's a little bit
ain't even lunch
But sometimes you gotta miss a meal to make a mil
Just because you making money that don't make you real
Put her hands in my pants,
to walk away
Something makes me turn around and stay
And I can't tell you why
When we get crazy
It just ain't to right (try to keep you head little
to walk away
Something makes me turn around and stay
And I can't tell you why
When we get crazy
It just ain't to right (try to keep you head little
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