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till we all the way up
Brought me a bottle and couple of blunts
By the end of the night we gon see what's enough

Tell me reason why you tryna link
Love

middle school they all made fun of me
But now my clothes designer and i'm havin all deez funds on me
All the cool kids from my school lame now workin

on a other
It's not my fault
I don't really love her
Under the blue lie
I know it's a new light
I'm not tryin' to jump ship
I'm just tryin' to take flight

selalu gerak susah nak jumpa
Kalau nak jumpa

Boleh tanya aku dekat mana
Masa aku nak buang masa
Takda masa nak berdrama
24/7 workin aku hustler

This is

acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna

Been workin 20 hours and the music was forgot
Been writing too long, I need a change of plot
Who wants to be Ed Sheeran why would you
The only thing that

over to the rusty knife on my kitchen table, still caked in THC resin and sitting atop an unsent blue kiss and I thought to myself
"Well by the gods

Verse 1:

I don't sing the blues 
I get green 
Power is the root
Of all greed 
Money is the root 
Of all eve
I don't need fruits 
Of those seeds

Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah 
Ain't by the book,
This how it look,
'Bout a check,
Just check the foots,
Pass this to my

i made it from the trenches keep a 40 in my pants
blue lights started flashin thinkin damn i gotta run again


sippin on the purple drank got my

on the payroll
Nigga play with me and get your face blown
Rollie on got the face blown
Drinkin' Ace of Spade by the caseload
Designer on me, got the hat and shoes

what you cutting into

Coming from a city where it's gritty
If you got no grind
Grip tape
Still rough
Tryna find your shine
Workin' for the man
I clock

Bleu
Now let me show you what you cutting into
Coming from a city
Where it's gritty
If you got no grind
Grip tape
Still rough
Tryna find yo shine
Workin

little momma Mia ya workin it I see ya
It's a pleasure to meet ya few mo bottles then we up
This night is bout to heat up my mama cita vita
And I don't

Bleu
Now let me show you what you cutting into
Coming from a city
Where it's gritty
If you got no grind
Grip tape
Still rough
Tryna find yo shine
Workin

Lightweight trigger on AR, watch how this bitch pull

When I pay so much money, you better leave him in a red pool
And I shoot a man up all night, think he off

a nigga block, me and Draco choppin', let the yopper off
My nigga puttin' the smack down, But he still servin' raw, fuck all the Cases I done caught
Live by

patient
All this pain that I'm facin' got me stuck inside the matrix
Red pill or blue pill, either way I can't escape it
Sometimes I get upset that I still

cakin'
Get my family out the hood put my city on my back
I been workin' hella long I see road I stay intact
I get the blue strips like a crip but I don't

not amused

But when you wake up, everything is so blue, like your mood
So tell me what you really want me to do for you
You been workin' all damn night

you can
She passin' up all of my calls
That bitch gon' eat me up just like she samples
I'ma be right by your side like some handles
Pistols gon' strike

Rockabye Baby

Priscilla Renea

Jukebox

2009

sitting in a tree 
No g-e-org-I-e Georgie 
I bet she learned a lesson about havin' children before you are ready 

[Chorus]

I said Marys been workin

get murked by whoever
Just because we workin' don't mean
That we working together

Yo! Trump faced Baphomet mask of death
Blood stained pump sprays

IT'S A HAGGARD SONG WORKIN MAN'S BLUES [ON AN ITOUCH TUNES]|IT'S AN HOUR OF HAPPY AND 2 FOR 1 BREWS|IT'S A COIN ON THE TABLE WITH A COUPLE CROOKED