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appointments and housewife friends and
Not enough time for the texts she's sending

Ninety pound lady in a three ton car
She's running some errands got to get

by 1 AM no games
Third floor and the door's 22
Cuzzy's 'round the back in the dinger ready to zoom
Tdot knocked the door and Paige don't have a clue

Migraine

Twenty One Pilots

Vessel

2013

suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my

genius
Now shawty in my bedroom
Screaming out I need it
Day In and day out, I show up I show out
The new jag I skrt out, I cash in I cash out
I'm all in

Godlike flow, Jehovah
Burnt by this track, solar
White as that Charlie, no cola
Alex Step to me, you get smacked
Lossless in 2017, that's FLAC
You know

bag money

[Mami]
Let's do this, baby

[Kool G. Rap]
After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and
Went out to the beach, many mansions out in

brother´s waysKnocks the door down as he storm the castle gatesFeasting for 8 days in the dining hall before Sir John retaliatesBeing locked in chains for 2

Yeah, 
Drought 3
Hahaha
Yeah
Scott Storch

Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it

with this 9 (Bow)
Mum said "Be home by 8"
I'm out lurking on the 7th side (Sorry)
Six in the spinner
Ive 'ready circled about five times
Four in

faces full of the Fenty,
Yeah they got my remedy
I need one
In the Coop, top down, puffing Blue Dream
Ya girlie on my on me by my inseam
She tryna cop

a gym yea I just spaz lil n****
Nothing physical how I be running tracks lil n****
The rap ghost killer, spitting that 2% to these lactose n****s

You

fuvking these bitches man
3some date and it's me and her friend
Nigga say he wanted me on his track
Pay me up I need my money in advance
She gave me head

and out no further 1 - 3- 4
Skip 2 to be sure
So
Where his brother at?
I know he'll have my back
Always down to jack
Both be on the smack
Yeah, I called

blazing
Saw my day one get shot down
They trynna hit a lick but the blue in my spit called him out for being a bitch now
We repping that blue cuz the shit

Hypnotize Cash Money

Three 6 Mafia

#1 Stunna [Mixin' Up S**t]

2000

spot? 

{B.G.} 

Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay 

get em out and shut that bitch down 

{Lil Wayne} 

huh? well

1913 Massacre

Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Ramblin' Jack

1996

all
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.

Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To play the piano, so you gotta

All tryna clutch on the stars so we out here tryna get paid
Down on my ones
Don't wanna get held back by the thoughts of mistakes I made
Carving a path

on the love when everything is moving fast
The running never stops because I have another task
I have to keep myself together so that I can stay on track
I can

the president say, 
Cause I get money every day is president’s day, mufucka.


The way I’m running to the money got me looking like a track star, 
Y’all just act

a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck
(I don't give a fuck) it's one of them days

I woke up, I'm out of weed
My lady trippin' out

supressed

I'll wear these tracks just like the wounds they are now
A lifetime of fucking up and falling down
Well who now, who's the one I have to blame

down like that

Stunt up on me
You get the 3rd degree
Straight burned by a wolf like me
Turn me into a tyrant
Go on and test me
Blazin' fast when unruly

and field running like Glock locked up on your hip
They knock you down like doors, surprised that you can afford
The longer I've been here for
I'm worse

I'll take three steps forward
And two steps back
It seems I'm being held
By this burden I've kept
And I
Don't think I can lose it
I'll set my eyes