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(Yeah)
(Yeah, no)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
(It's ya boy let's go)
Takin' it back when I was yungin
N**** tryna get these ones in
Thinking that I was a bitch

And I chill back stage like all the time
Ca love this living
Bring my mates on stage n we driven
Driving now so I can ride this riddim
Work for what I got

***** dirty 
I'll spin again and again
(Bop, Bop, Bop, Bop)

Man I'm straight at these n***** heads
Cause you know ain't no stoppin'

I'm straight at that

then priority mail it n i aint talm bout drugs it can be anything from some paint to a Rug i show love to my thugs that get it up out tha mud and that is

church fore school even I stared man
Tracks a freestyle
Just to get out my feels man
F**k a mix n master on this one
Spittin' off the top of my head
See,

n they'd agree
I'm up to speed

I can't be mad at a man for making the most of his 24
Doing whatever that he gotta do
To make sure that he make it

I got depression in ma head
Im fighting through it
Its alright
I know it hurts sometimes n i feel low but
Its alright
Why the fuck the only time this

(Yeah)
Shut that shop

Machine and I just can't stop
Fedamines n I just can't stop
On the pills and I just go pop
Dead to me if you talk to the cops
Recipe

Pretty boy shit, no flash lil' n****
I'm the best ever, not your last lil' n****
I don't want your phone number, want cash lil' n****
Ain't no BBL, all

Project mafia
Yea
Ah
Yea
Hot
Want hop out aventador

Ain't tripping of n*****
I passed I get It u mad la boy

My life is to real what I'm cappin for

I was a gymnast (see)
See
You be fightin' wit the hoes, I ain't got time for the hoes
Do you see the difference (n**** I see it)
I don't compete with

How can I worry bout ah n****
I'ma worry bout the cheddar
Sitting round counting my cheese
A couple n***** touting when they walking
Better hope that

way too soak in
Yo mans tryna run up em ends so hold my machine n I buss and poke him
No jokes I’m the one they voting Presidency no you must be joking

O-G-L-I-N-T
W-A-Y-N-E (ХА)
Это GLINT WAYNE bitch
Я, я, я, я, машите в ритм

Я выхожу за грани, baby пойми (Пау, пау)
Сделай со мной селфи, это мне на

swinging for the fences bat life/ (fx: nuck) n it’s outta here/ passin by u like u outta beer/ blonde n Alex Newell I’m outta tears/ n just ran out of peers/

believe enough 

n i was granted hill when i was in the stuff



left them piston like im allan houston

even johnny lynch n 

told me I'm a newsome 



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Tell me would you say yes to me
If I got a wedding ring
You look like a queen n I can be yo king
Usually don't sing but you make me wanna sing
I like

Intro




Verse 1
Outta da way of these bitches and niggas 
Chase anything I be chasing these figures
Keep a lil weed n I keep a lil liquor
Stay

maybe that’s our fate?

[Verse 1: Tarek]
We on n off, more off than on, say awful shit when something’s wrong
Talk ya shit ya fuckin bitch, I hope you rot

Success, fam n' friends is my bullseye
Rock bottom is not, keep listenin' to the big shots
N' I still remember when I was first doin' this rap thing
Watched

stop, I love them Glock sounds
N it was days, I ain't have shit, I got a lot now

I seen some shit I shouldn't seen, it left me traumatized
My brother

‏My car go vroom
‏I pull n shoot
‏bad ass bitch
‏no panties too
Crusin down the city I be crusin
‏Bring me up a bad bitch then I lose it
‏I don't give

two, tres gone
Mo ma dey soon
You no instant
Instantly, I know the game 'n dis game no be anger
And you know my way
You see flow as I come
She go dey for

Come back from the dead, i feel like im undertaker
Said she fuckin w my lingo now she think that im a chase her
First i cop the digits then i fuck n