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my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...
Pleased to meet you...
Hi Howie
We never met a pop star from
poison orange so close to midnight More like one o'clock
Why go nuclear if already poisoned crops
The radiation poisons flocks poisonous reactors
Alone in
[Verse 2]
Slid into her DM
Set up a date in the PM
We were supposed to meet at 6 to 9 on the dime, although I'm in between at a rounded up 7 and a half
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
fast, you silly boy... there's one thing I gotta say:
(Chorus line) We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy from a group
And get it,
By any means
I’ve been rapping since about my early teens
Fitted caps were cool,
Rocking my denim jeans
It was all love and fun
Now my future
With my Spanish girl, Valeria
Super freaky but she acting diva
And all she wants to do is tease a boy that’s
Why she give me neck kisses
When I
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
like bonjour we on tour
Ain't slept in a week
With a pocket full of euros tryna get more
Its our time
Nigga I told you we in this bitch
Ho the game been
wantin' more
Forget about your boyfriend
And meet me at the hotel room
I'ma bring my girlfriends
So meet me at the hotel room
Forget about your
the way from the filthy streets of Upwey
Ethan Underwood
Executive Produced by Callum Connell
Fusca Records is the fucking label
Shoutout to Jarvis Fincher
Meet us in the creeping fog
I know you weebles wobble
But never completely topple
Even more reason for me to
See you obscenely remodeled
Let's get your
like the crowd laughed at Carrie
Black lives matter, true - I agree
But before all that we gotta have unity
This is when they know not to mess with
investigate the best to make this music till it generate
Some extra cake I'm more like 50mil is just an estimate
And am just talking shows my nigga your boy is
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
Bed shaking, body rocking, I keep you want' more
Forget about your boyfriend
And meet me at the hotel room
I'ma bring my girlfriends
So meet me
Baby I’m a broken boy, I broke my toys
I think you gon’ have to come and meet my boys
I don’t have regrets because I made that choice
Baby I’m I
the summer like Phineas and Ferb
She tryna mm, I'm tryna mm
I really don't like to express on a word
But she know whenever we meet that we going right at it
akazakoria
It's the a to the z, akazakoria
It's the a to the z, akazakoria
The c a double r I e
Carrie the slut and the drama queen
I suggest you to shut that
don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I'm walkin over to you
Meet me by the door
I'm the girl in the 7 inch
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
on a movie
The screen 4k
You can keep the Blu-ray
New age entertainment
No slow
I only got one more bro
And its go
You would never I was from the M.O
Cause I
I’m Carrie bout to marry
But I’m more Naomi or something
Fillin’ a backwood
It’s so fat I’m bout to tear it
It’s money you know that we coming
boys show me love just for keepin' it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
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