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This my shyt

After the smoke

The 808s not right but the effort was good

Very scary.

woahwoah woah... yeah

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Hohe

Mobbin' in the Bentley, smokin' moon rocks (hey) Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (blue), guap (guap) Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks) For the summertime, got a new (what?), drop (skrrt) Trapper slash rapper slash bad bitch snatcher (ayy come here) Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bastard (so what?) Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church) Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey) Told my son when I'm gone you gon' be a rich lil bastard (yeah) Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a bitch dizzy (uh) All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? Yeah, yeah But I still miss you, can you call me? Yeah, yeah I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up) Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) Hah-hah, you searchin' for fame (damn) I became a superstar in the dope game (it's Dolph) Found out you a hater, I can't look at you the same (goddamn) She said can she take a picture with my chain? (Goddamn) Got two twin sisters, call 'em yin yang (goddamn) I wish I wouldn't 've fucked that bitch, she insane (goddamn) Alexander McQueen on me, ain't got a stain (yeah yeah) Turned to the plug, my life ain't never been the same (yeah yeah) Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh, uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh, uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh, uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)

Ai love joe

So dope

I used to think stars could fly Maybe cause I forgot to go outside My whole life Living in a fish bowl with ice I thought stars floated in the sky But I was five When I realized All the real ones are in disguise Didnt really catch me by surprise Guess I'm an old soul til I die I was in my room breaking family ties Ripping pictures slashing frames with a knife Someday I'm gonna take my life If this keeps up or else these feelings multiply Last night I was sulking in my ride Hoping these emotions doesnt roller coaster Try to get my mind off the The toaster I got to my skull and mind A mulligan these problems multiply Just opening pandora box on the fourth of july Forming focus like lords of fortnight I spit rhymes like dork right But stick a fork in him even if hes still alive You might need morse code for com Cause this mic died, of course right

Imma use this

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Woah), yeah (Woah-woah), yeah Woah (Woah), woah (Woah) Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) W-woah (Woah), woah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (21), yeah (21) [Verse 1] Dropped out of school (21) Went and bought a tool (Tool) Got a deuce deuce (What?) Time to act a fool (Yeah) Sellin' 2 for 5s (Yeah) Right on Central Drive (Yeah) You can ask my mama, I ain't gotta tell no lies (Yeah) Wanna snort a line (Yeah) Savage got them lines (Yeah) Yeah them niggas used to rap but I jumped the line (21) I listened to your mixtape, that shit was wack (Shit was wack) Studio time, you need to get your money back (On God) Back in the day, I let my uncle cook my crack (Cook my crack) Back in the day, I would have took that nigga's pack (Took the pack) Fast forward, still walk 'round with a strap (21, 21) Gotta keep that pistol on me, that's at all times (All times) Gotta keep a yoppa on me, I got all kinds (21) Room full of bad bitches and they all mine (Yeah) Room full of bad bitches and they all dimes (21) In a breakdown trap servin' all dimes, yeah 8M4.5K Tierra Whack “Meagan Good' Official Lyrics & Meaning | VerifiedBoyWithUke 'Toxic' (Live Performance) | Open MicTierra Whack “Body Of Water' Official Lyrics & Meaning | VerifiedLauren Jauregui “On Guard' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified [Chorus] Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah) Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah) Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21) We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21) D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco) Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21) I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah) AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (Woah, woah) [Verse 2] Trash bag full of mid-grade (Mid-grade) I'm cutthroat, nigga, switchblade (Switchblade) She sucked my dick so long, she caught a lip ache (A lip ache) New car drop, I'm on the list, wait (Wait list) I'm on the wait list, 21, and I weight lift (Yeah) Drop a brick off to you, that's a weight lift (Yeah) Drop the stick off to you, give you a whole clip (Yeah) Closed casket, nigga, I'm a bastard (21) Ask around the 6, nigga we get drastic (Drastic) Glenwood Road, killin' like Jurassic (Park) I see dead bodies like I'm on acid (21) She fuck me good like she tryna get her ass did (Yeah) [Chorus] Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah) Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah) Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21) We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21) D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco) Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21) I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah) AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (Woah, woah)

Yea Yea 😈

Okay, she keep calling, she keep calling every single night Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe Oh, no, I swear to God, I be in my mind Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my Said I wouldn't die, yuh, no, I'm not alright, yuh I might start a riot (yuh), I'm so fuckin' tired (yuh) So, so, what you say? Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great Tired of the fuckin' hate, stackin' cheese all on my plate So outside my misery, I think I'll find A way of envisioning a better life For the rest of us, the rest of us There's hope for the rest of us, the rest of us Okay, she keep calling, she keep calling every single night Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe Oh, no, I swear to God, I be in my mind Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my Said I wouldn't die, yuh, no, I'm not alright, yuh I might start a riot (yuh), I'm so fuckin' tired (yuh) So, so, what you say? Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great Tired of the fuckin' hate, stackin' cheese all on my plate

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