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Yea, Jay Baby… J.Polo
We in the DBE stu with it
Mm yea
I need my money like a dinner for two, nigga a couple mill
Bring the gang to A, we stay at my

You just need some lovin' You just want my touch
I wanna give you my all, babe Hope that's not too
I just need some lovin' You just want my touch
I

Ay)
Studio cook
Like Nonna's kitchen
I don't fuck with
Andrew Tate
But I've seen
The matrix glitching
Clock is ticking
Wrote these ones
In a sauna

Yeah
Gang, gang
It's Keemo Bankz with a Z
Gang
Yeah
Huh?
Yeah
Huh?
Uh
Uh
Huh?

Babe, you know that, that I'm sorry
She was never part

Yeah, I'ma just hop in a coupe, hotbox ain't no roof Fuck around, Gucci my shoes, yeah, I don't fuck with rules
buy her Jimmy Choo's, got racks,

J.D. on the track
Ima fill it up
Fill it up
Fill it up
Fill it up
Fill it up
When I fill it up

Loud pack, it's all on me
I got the bands, they all

Cause I'm gonna get up in this shit like woah, woah, woah, woah
I ain't gonna do just what I'm told, no, no, no
You just got a little bit of nose in

I miss when we would talk all night not know what time it was
I miss when we had classes wit eachotha be so fun.
I miss when we was friends and im

In your eyes
I can see your faults in your eyes Like the stars when they fall from the skies
Yeah, they keep me mesmerized But all they ever tell is

If I hit this corner store or this ATM
Don't damn my soul
Just pray for him
I can't fold ima get a M
Then get a M and then go get another M
Lights

Day 1
The story's just begun
Oh I'm excited for the journey soon to come
I see a lot of old friends and some new faces
My spirit blazes

I think it

I said baby,
I don't want to be the,
One to let you know that,
There's only the moment
Show me the way you would own it
Baby,
Hit right

Never ever stop my thoughts
I'ma let them fly out
Living dead inside my world
Living dead inside your world
Different type of rainy night
Different

to clip him
Nigga in Ann Arbor talkin' shit, fuckin' with some children
Told bro I ain't gon' fight, nigga, yeah, I'm tryin' to kill him
If you ever catch

Mistakes are burning in my mind
Can't let 'em slip away (Slip away)
Can't turn my head enough
To look ahead to brighter days (Brighter days)
I'm too

Bring that old school back

Bitch it's time to attack
Ain't no more holdin' back
I'm a blast from your past
Now I'm about to go off on your ass

I'm always due for a warm up

Aye, aye
Speaker knockers, ain't no Rico story I'm livin' comfy, ballin' hard
Feelin' like I'm Hari, brother

I hope to anybody who listens to this, they never have to feel the same kind of pain as I do
But if you listen to me, you probably have some pain

I wish that I can tell you
The way I feel
I wish that I can tell you
That this shit is real
But every time I try to
I say nothing at all
Maybe I

You've made choices that I wouldn't make
Takin turns, that I'd never take
Wonder if you're wonderin' where I'm at when it's late
Only thing you say

Yea, ay (B.O.A the mob)
Mm

Leave a nigga stuck in a tub, yeah, just like he Whitney
I'm out here havin' fun, and ask my bro 'cause he was with me
I

action drastically
It's a tragedy
It's so sad to see
You ain't the one for me

Like no bitch, you ain't know shit
You think that I ain't notice
In my bag

I just woke up, but the sun's too bright
It's been a week from hell and an even worse night
I gotta keep going, going, going
I just need to buy

Yeah, oh, no, no, yeah
It's Cleo, uh uh
Brute impact on me, boy it's lookin' like Fashion Week
I ain't even get that deep, how could you be mad at me