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to put the D on
I know she a freak she a clubbing baby mama
She don't go to work she get the money from your honor
I know he a bitch but he a man juwanna

me get a real job
Now I see she got a only fans
I have to say this shit is real odd
But what's your talent lil mama u can only dance
Sometimes got

into every sunset
Don't act like you haven't thought that
I'm like "sure, that's what they all say..."
Love it when you brag to your friends and I'm

don't judge me, your dishonor
Opponents applying pressure but I'm like
BITCH PLEASE
When they claim they gon rob me of my life
BITCH PLEASE
When the hoe

to make a mess

She get sad that I don't like to dance
I just stand while she throwing ass
I be throwing cash, throw that shit down by the rack
I get sad,

of the shit I been trippin' on, promise it never did used to be y'all
My phone ring and ring, I keep getting hit up by folks that don't usually call
Better not

on the floor
You do a little something
Then I want me some more
I see you with your imperfections
With all the IG mentions
With all these motherfuckers
Focused

pay for nothing like 
What's up ma? Just a tip I was frontin' like 
What's up ma? Hope you don't be playing games
When you walkin' by I'm lookin'

on the musical tip Turn on your screen this aint a musical bitch
It's a motion picture

May God protect you, I wash my hands, I sanitize
When face to face I don't

we was saving up Play with yo kids don't be playing us
Thankful our mamas was praying for us
Time don't wait for no one why I feel all by myself Wish

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look

Brand new whip, I race it, huh
Bad bitch with me, no basic, huh
Still keep chops, got cases, huh
I

see you gon' have to go toe to toe
And your baby mama wanna dance, we gon' do-si-do
In the backyard, playin' cornhole with my bros
On the jon boat,

a century, I'm the man to 'em (I'm the man to 'em)
Label said, "Don't make none for the streets, just make some dance music" (cha, cha)
Said, "I can't, I

your stream and then make you my boo
You don't need a job so don't even bother
We will buy a big mansion by selling our water
We will play all the games

to make music Mama used to ask while I bang and rap to it 
I tell her cuz I make people dance and clap to 
It perhaps adapt to it like Joe his flow tough so

Should I die by your hand
I forgive you in advance
Only, I might cry
For the souls you damned
'Cause you couldn't understand
Why one might love a man

and dance
Keep it real with yours and mine
You'll never define em by poverty line
Black Wall Street in their bloodline
You tried to end us
Hundreds dead

Manager

Lloyd

Look What You Made Me

2007

I know how to work it
Only for a small fee cause your managed by me
Started with rosette then took it to Don P
Ran outta Don P so we vous
See them

say you want to live without regret
Then you forgive
But never forget
Keep a close watch on your heart
Protect your neck
Before you play around you

say you want to live without regret
Then you forgive
But never forget
Keep a close watch on your heart
Protect your neck
Before you play around you

working on my projects
Like the Marcy's
The Ladies say I'm sexy
Caramel like a toffee
Yeah I'm really popping and I'm Hotter than some coffee
Yeah Don't

back when I was 8
& plotting great escapes
Holy shit I’m the man
You can tell I got plans
I don’t need bands in my hands, cause you could tell by my

I hope that you've been safe in the dog park
And if not
Hmmm
We don't give a fuck
It's the dog
It's the dog
It's the dog
It's the dog
It's the dog

Jeff for a minute, send me on that like Hardy
She got my tournament, it's hot, she might grab me
Nailed your life thesis, we don't got anything in common