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him
Check the score just once again
We put their team in the minus
Check the score it never ends
We put their team in the

I'm tired of being angry
But

is real so we never gone dead it
Ready to score like Eli Reddick
Don't give your opinion lil bro this ain't Reddit
Hit from the back and I pull her

so i act like you know
If they take mine ima level the score
Go to the club ain’t back home till like 4
But first i need some gars so let’s stop

Thought he was my dog
Then he
Played me
I gotta score like ad
I make him run like ap
You'll never see it on safety
Face it taste it
All in ya eyes

on these hoes and I’ll score in flight
Taking flights to Cancun Jamrock red eye to Miami’s slight
Lite this whole bitch up just like Miami lights and Vegas

Ace ace, you can’t touch this
Wait wait, put in work bitch
Ace ace, you can’t touch this
Ace, you can’t touch this
Cut the racket
Check the score, I’m

nympho or Naomi 
(Nah)
Finna score on this goalie 
(For real)
Hoe ain't finding my weakness 
I'm seeking
The Peak
That's the top of the mountain 
I come

Say what you said before
Say what you said before
I wanna know the score
Before I go to war
Wanna know the score
Before I go to war
Flowers waiting

Uh
Touchdown, score anotha uh
Lemme juss talk my shit a lil bit
Uh
She said she off the yadda is it cool for me to bust down
I said that I ain't

for more)
I ran up the score (I ran up the score)
I get it for sure (I do)
I get the bag then I hit the door
Like grab it and go (Go)
My wrist is so

won't bother
I just write these songs where we're together
I could be so much more, but who's keeping the score
I never stopped to think, maybe you're-

Get to the bag
I make scores like the Greek freak
I got the money on me
Hundo so fly like I got me some wings
I got the drip that shit runny on me
I

wrong cause now you see my score is draw when I’m with me
And now you just can’t stop
I can’t see the hate from the top no
Starting to hangout for awhile

buck
I heat up real early
Bag one or three and I bake a dozen
That's 4score on your score
That's really just for play
Triple bags in what he make in one

the word "nevermore"
Nevermore
The tide had turned and recoiled back
A sign of God that made the world turn black
One last settled score
Nevermore
I flipped

cut a couple more, aye
Looking at the score, aye
Damn I probably weigh up
Hit a couple layups
Got em off the rebound
Listening to me sound
Damn I

the chain
I'll leave you with pieces of brain
All over the floor
Shorty look good but I know she a whore
I gored her before
I score and I score
Bucket for

we was really mobbing started from the bottom
Trynna score a bottle
If you know then you know RIP Slime Raw gotta pour another four
Gotta get this

ballin on u check da score
I need more i need more i need more
Callin up bro he gon pour up a 4
They ont wat go on behind da doors
We gonna fuck up a rip

tour
Your CD sounds better on the floor
Wake up and even the score
So do me that favor
And use the fucking door 
So do me a favor
And use the fucking

Father Johnny Appleseed, woke up from a long night’s sleep
The dawn rose in the year of our Lord, Two Thousand and another score
He cast his eyes out

keeping the score
I just been swanging the door
Thin line between balling and broke
I rope a dope with my back on the ropes you Know
Big Ol playa ya

pass the rock I gotta score
If you ain't tryna cop shit
Don't know what the fuck you called me for
Like Santa claus I got the sack
Ridin round I'm

score u
I’m a royal victor
Every year I’m growing getting slicker slicker
One day it’s goin show we off the richter richter
This ain’t a dolo solo this