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to the table on a great night
Cause lil mama workin' on her real estate right
Like it’s Paradise
You keep it all natural
Girl dat ass is right
We blowin' bags

FUCK 

I could wait tables for the rest of my days 
Working off my ass for a minimum wage 
And chasing girls that are underage 
I'm sorry; it's just not

You say that I cannot express my emotions
You say that I cannot begin to get your devotion
But I come from a patch on the moon
Where the tables turn

on
It's hard to look back, when your table getting catired on 
And all then other tables ain't as long
My flow cold, you could skate up on 
Flyer shit, I'm

sit at the evil end of the table
Laid on the ground with the anger frown
Hearing the hollow sound
Bells ringing
Birds Singing
Darkness disperse
Let

The perfect time for us to chit and chat
The table’s waiting us
The music swayin’ how I'm feelin’
Don’t hear my bumpin’ heart
It’s beatin’ like the music in my

like Kasai Jun
Put a nigga through the table like I'm rap game Sabu, bitch
Bitch I'm, b-bitch I'm Yung Flex, who is you
Boy I thrive off of violence,

Big Money on the table
Never had cable
Always been able
In a buick la sabre, all across the nation
Trappin with the haitians, crippin for

this life so you should cherish your blessings
I'm rooting for us you know
Water's never thicker than blood

Leave it all on the table
I wanna fight for

he used to wash away the smells of urine from his clothes and hands

Now he's left with only the smoke and the textures of a dusty dinner table

of Jeez
Been getting me some blessings now
I still got my receipts
The way I'm turning tables
They should call me master P
I'm feeling really fresh right

A bunch of withered roses
Mirrors on the table
Tables in the bed
The beds are in the oven 
And a war in your head

If I try too much 
I'll let you down

replace
Your heart too cold
I don’t think anything can phase you
I can’t be with you
You say I’m fucking crazy
But when I leave you boo
The tables turn

on the Table 
Stack it all in da Winte.. Just to Ball in da Summer 
You better pack a Lot of Pistols.. 
Cause it’s some Dogs in that Jungle..
& In that water

the game
I run the game
And you better make things like I want
You had me on your hands for a long time
For a long time
But the tables will tonight

Chorus:

Lord fill you children
As we stand here willing
To eat from the table of love
Drink from the fountain
That flows from the mountain
Let me drink from

a fuckin' stampede
Now I'm feelin' like Spyro
Under the table 'cause I ain't gettin' that high tho
I'm worth 7 bucks like a stadium gyro
And I'm comin' from

Even though I never thought it through
All the things it really meant to you
But I know it won't explode my heart
The table's turning
Switch it up,

I’m reminiscing the privilege of missing all the ones
Who said they was gonna be there when I graduated
But now I’m not concerned, see the tables turn

I can't be wasting all my time with y'all ain't playing games no more 
If you ain't adding to the table you not welcome here no more 
I'm not

I'll put 50k for table dances

I'm gonna make it
No time off
I earn my vacation
I remain patient
Plateau on my hoe; stay complacent
I'm never racing

out to me

Love in a cup
Is what I will pour 
If you're stuck in a rut
You'll always find 
A place at my table 
When others are blind 
To your cause 
I

Mama it's a dirty game
Close friends turn to enemies 
Tables turn one eight oh degrees

But I ain't ever change

Man I just grew
Loser tatted on my arm

much it’s suffocating
Time’s up now Imma turn the tables
Because I’m a girl, gotta be this and that
Because I’m a girl, gotta say this, not that
But