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Im just a street nigga and Ima always be
Got me in my feelin
Gold mouth , yes, Im from the dirty South
I heard you went out bad, you got kicked out the park
From forth the ranks of many thousand French,
And nothing of your answer.
Boy, you broke, you could use a loan
Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes
There was a friar told me of this man.
I got Tom Ford all on my buckle
Its not my fault that you wanted to lose
So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
We should never let it go, never let it show
Triggered , when I hear your name
Razer tip put it on her hip
Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
Trappin with this rifle, we dont need no door stopper
Im the slow stroke king, hit me anytime
Why you mad?
And we took that shit to the bricks
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
I dont need a shooter
That ever I should live to see thee dead!
And I'll not wish thee to her.
We always going private
Rapper hoes, rapper hoes
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand,
If the king had no son, they would desire to live
Flippin the game and you niggas gon meet your maker
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket an , be careful where you playing your actions
Streets need Gucci back
This aint the way that you want it
Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang
His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.
Mister Stick Talk , Mister White Chalk
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
Postin pictures on the gram and @ your bitches
Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
We gon pull up on your block and let the sticks speak
Bout to take over your city and you cant stand it
Woah, I got somethin for that lip, lil nigga
Gang, gang, screaming fuck you, they want to eat you
Your baby boo , she wanna ooh
When them bullets start flyin, have fun, scatter
We in quarantine , but my Ms long
They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold
Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.
I be smoking on that green like
This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
I dont play, boy, Im not Carti
Struggling strippers always tryna sneak in the vip
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
Beat me at the game, Ima grab it
I would not--though 'tis my familiar sin
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
Man you a bitch
O sweet Paulina,
Drop my top at any time this button here let it down bae
Pull up really slow
Im afraid of forever
Kill all the opps , ride on the cops
David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish
Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
And grieve to hear't.
This is America
And we are barren and bereft of friends;
Bullet holes in my body, paranoid Ima pop it
I dont give a fuck bout no stain
Good morrow, father.
Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way
1500 block, everybody tote a pistol
Well, my lord.
La gente de Apollo nunca fue a la Luna
No father owning it,--which is, indeed,
Love they to live that love and honour have.
O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?
Reignier, her father, to the king of France
I keep talking bout her cause Im missing Pistol Peezy
Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
Im takin the Percy like Tylenol
The one by the other.
Baby, Im in love
Bitch Im bleeding like Im on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
If ever you have spent time worse ere now;
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
And we, in pity of the gentle king,
The price is to ask it kindly.
Bitches they sucking, they swallow, for Instagram followers
I see your brows are full of discontent,
Smokin Runts in a lil bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

Im just a street nigga and Ima always be

Got me in my feelin

Gold mouth , yes, Im from the dirty South

I heard you went out bad, you got kicked out the park

From forth the ranks of many thousand French,

And nothing of your answer.

Boy, you broke, you could use a loan

Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes

There was a friar told me of this man.

I got Tom Ford all on my buckle

Its not my fault that you wanted to lose

So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;

We should never let it go, never let it show

Triggered , when I hear your name

Razer tip put it on her hip

Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga

My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

Trappin with this rifle, we dont need no door stopper

Im the slow stroke king, hit me anytime

Why you mad?

And we took that shit to the bricks

For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,

I dont need a shooter

That ever I should live to see thee dead!

And I'll not wish thee to her.

We always going private

Rapper hoes, rapper hoes

Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,

O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand,

If the king had no son, they would desire to live

Flippin the game and you niggas gon meet your maker

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket an , be careful where you playing your actions

Streets need Gucci back

This aint the way that you want it

Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,

hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.

Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang

His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.

Mister Stick Talk , Mister White Chalk

The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;

Postin pictures on the gram and @ your bitches

Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,

And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,

Let me be punish'd, that have minded you

Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates

Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,

We gon pull up on your block and let the sticks speak

Bout to take over your city and you cant stand it

Woah, I got somethin for that lip, lil nigga

Gang, gang, screaming fuck you, they want to eat you

Your baby boo , she wanna ooh

When them bullets start flyin, have fun, scatter

We in quarantine , but my Ms long

They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold

Proud majesty a subject, state a peasant.

I be smoking on that green like

This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;

I dont play, boy, Im not Carti

Struggling strippers always tryna sneak in the vip

And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.

Beat me at the game, Ima grab it

I would not--though 'tis my familiar sin

I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,

Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.

Man you a bitch

O sweet Paulina,

Drop my top at any time this button here let it down bae

Pull up really slow

Im afraid of forever

Kill all the opps , ride on the cops

David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish

Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;

And grieve to hear't.

This is America

And we are barren and bereft of friends;

Bullet holes in my body, paranoid Ima pop it

I dont give a fuck bout no stain

Good morrow, father.

Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way

1500 block, everybody tote a pistol

Well, my lord.

La gente de Apollo nunca fue a la Luna

No father owning it,--which is, indeed,

Love they to live that love and honour have.

O, did you so? And do you remember what you said of the duke?

Reignier, her father, to the king of France

I keep talking bout her cause Im missing Pistol Peezy

Stood solid, never let niggas ho us

Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,

Im takin the Percy like Tylenol

The one by the other.

Baby, Im in love

Bitch Im bleeding like Im on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil

If ever you have spent time worse ere now;

If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

And we, in pity of the gentle king,

The price is to ask it kindly.

Bitches they sucking, they swallow, for Instagram followers

I see your brows are full of discontent,

Smokin Runts in a lil bitty coupe, I dropped the roof