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they want analog Lurkin yards,am throwin every line I been makin hits,like am not underdog
cannot tell my team that I didn't get my yards First down on the line We could not penetrate em Second down on the line Caught em hesitating Respect my
that thousand-yard stare Into the white lines that were blinking The road that won't stop winking A promise of a town full o' clean air And there were
All the trees they line the yards Suburban homes all in a row screened in porches, Swimming pools deluxe electric garage doors And trampolines,
bar To five cars all in line in my side yard From the wall to the window, hit the crescendo if you tryna flex Cop a Glock and a thot, take a shot
ain't looking back no cap 100 yard dash To the finish line What cha think of that What cha think of that Fucking with the bats Got my line tat I'm a lion
to gara wa o I Dey for yard I dey cook my line Bebe I just dey sip my sapele I just dey grind on a daily I just dey tell my angeli Make she no go delay
to gara wa The party must to fayaya Fire must to fire down Me I want to para now Me I wan to gara wa Verse 1 I Dey for yard I dey cook my line baby I
Wa yoh knew about di touch line, touch line Wi de a yard!see yoh Gwiba wa yoh have fi mi? Call up Kaladio this one ah baddest audio We de pon di
no boys This ain't no game god Dump his body in the train yard Under the seven line We couldn't have picked a better time The way he actin' he acting
the top down, we got this locked down, like convicts on the run getting shot down, we four times gaining yards in the whole line, see me and Tech we
ina mi pocket, duffle bag full up a US and pound and couple yard money Chop eeh line cut it up like chucky Fi a who an a who a chat An wi nuh MC
board Sometimes you walk the line And sometimes it walks you You get quick to anger Quick to put a knife up to another man's throat I cannot still
fields and the clothes lines And the junk yards and the highways come between us And some other woman crying to her mother cause she turned and you were
the city's aflame And November's dreams line the yard sales of May It's always a reason they're trying to sell you It's always a reasonable doubt But
Though the wheet fields and the clothes lines And the junk yards and the highways come between us And some other woman's crying to her mother cause she
demons Trust me come in your yard man's sneaking Girl line me an opp I'm in the mood to play with some guts Demon things Demon things if I step with Dumpz
the beat back Question asking in a fashion Tabloid plotting me to tumble Compass I'm in the front yard Breaking you these punch lines Be on my life wasting
man like you are I’m out of bounds, crossed the line by two yards Standing here with so much fear and it’s too dark I don’t know what to do anymore
in my handbag Two hunnid in my go yard bag for real Air lines throwing flags for real Like we really got body bags for real Dropping 5 thousand
like you are Im out of bounds, crossed the line by two yards Standing here with so much fear and its too dark I dont know what to do anymore Dying slow
figure in white His arms are not twigs He goes to sleep every night He'll awake with a sermon It keeps us organized Brimstone guards his house and yard Joy
Hey Hey bring em to the yard With Your skinny waist line Grinding On me hard like you Want me Back The closer it gets Temperature rise Bad bitch she
whose broke is a dimwit I'm gaining yards still at the same line of scrimmage I'm trying hard still, putting nothing in it But I can't kick back what I
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