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I'm the funner,
Day runner,
All Summer, dressed in all black,
Or I mix that,
Mix matched, flashing flagrant i might pull up with the fuchsia 
She

lil plans
That nana got power like Lala
She only want ballers
Addicted to Prada
I work my magic like tada
Get her to the bed
We do the lambada
She

How did you get it how did you get it
Mondo fresh

After this they just I realize I'm
That nigga you ain't hotter than
Busting traps right there in

This king be spitting that's why my tooth got a damn crown
You ain't fuckin with mе like ig videos flagged down
Bitch we litty in the a by magic city you

as you get dissolved
By a couple meteors gravity is making them fall (Woah)
And that is how I'm entering the game
No DLC is required you degenerate lames

the club
You mad I ain't come in with you
I came in, was sipping my stuff
The stuff I be sipping you told me to quit it though
You don't like how the lean

with sequence
Doing things to me you'll only
Do on the weekends (Hey)
Uh, you gotta love this life
Mix the stage with the lime
Gotta love that light
They

the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by

Private Party

Cuban Link

Chain Reaction

2005

shake it till you cramp up,
do ya damn stuff, get your body banged up,
if you freaky sweety, you can get the handcuffs,
all the wankstas in the club

up the youth this shit for ransom
You hide your hand, block it like and one
This ain't the tape, mix up your answer
We gon roll on nigga, even if he in

lose it just to get our views lucid
Every other day these niggas want a new exclusive
Should I be in the mix more? Maybe I'm too secluded
Do you think

up
Said I can take you high if you a smoker
Solar my style so vulgar
So baby is you down or what
It’s the smokers club you should
Get down with us

aye, you not my fam, you not my kin
Aye, I'm tryna' see a nigga's fail state, Mario Kart, niggas' twelfth place
Go and selfie by a hellscape, your girl

of yourself
And busting down in the club every second weekend
I'll run you that bag, especially if it's not the only thing
that keeps your attention from

tantrums
This ain't no fucking day care
I'm leaving her
You can come fly with me
Only condition don't lie to me
I even told her to do what she want
Can't say

tryna lock me in
I got wocky in my cup
It hit like crimson chin
I been chilling by my lonely
They like "Where you been?"
This is all part of the story

your brain
That only leave one thing left behind to remain
Right now,
Life can only equal what you believe in
Right now,
I know a nigga that'll shoot

To whippin' in them whips
I guess the bricks paid off
Now I'm back in the mix
Dice killas we the ice grillers
But you we stay on chill mode
Break a nigga

attempt over and over that week to catch me in acts of Verbal plagiarism or

Insult me, only to always be bested by my quick and always razor Honed

Minute Man

Harlem World

Movement

1999

the ones who want to get you for your dough 
want to be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low 
[Loon] 
Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight 
Even though we

Up To Me

Bob Dylan

Blood on the Tapes

1997

was up to me

Now I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club
I would've followed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub
So

like Loc dawg
Help a nigga drown, when I'm around the most dawg
I only figured that could I help
By first helping myself
Needing you just to love me, I

Bonnie Clyde with me
Give you anything you need, even die for we yeah yeah
Hit the club, you know I salsa like a newbie
It was kind of nice for you to stop

hit
Yeah yeah!

At the table with my set
Drank the bottle by myself
I don't split it with my men
They don't gotta chip in
In the club I'm lit, glo