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A-A-A Model, that shit final He tough on the app, in person he copped it, yeahI’m real, like, fuck all treesh and boppers, yeahI’m Batman, yeah, might switch into Robin (Bop-bop-bop), yeahWhatever you jackin’, nigga, I drop it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)She pull that pussy out, she better pop it, yeahI blow her back out, […]

I’m Like “Blah, Blah”, I Wish I Could Tell You, “Bye, Bye”But With You Comes With The Climb, ClimbGot Me All Up In My Mind, MindSomeone Make It Stop, Yeah, But Not YetTrying To Link In Like A Top Hat, Just Stop ThatEverybody Know I Been Around, Fucking Beast Boy, You Not ShitSo Anything You

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Just talked to brodie in the feds, he said he waitin′ on a sentenceI been tryna clear my slate with God but it’s gon take repentanceShow me love all through my city but behind it, it be tension Swear I prolly got a opp for every diamond that′s in these pendantsWhen you stuck feel like

Christmas Time Is HereHappiness And CheerFun For All That Children CallTheir Favorite Time Of Year Snowflakes In The AirCarols EverywhereOlden Times And Ancient RhymesOf Love And Dreams To Share Sleigh Bells In The AirBeauty EverywhereYuletide By The FiresideAnd Joyful Memories There Christmas Time Is HereFamilies Growing NearOh That We Could Always SeeSuch Spirit Through The

There She GoesC’mon You Stole My Numbers, You Stole My CodesYou Took My Keys And Then You Nicked My PhoneSeduced My Landlord, Broke In My HomeDon’t Get Excited, Why Don’t You Leave Me Alone? You Think I’ll Mess It Up, Mess It Up, Mess It Up All For YouYou Think I’ll Mess It Up, Mess

Is it allI could be enoughIs it allI could be enoughIs it Bend that ass over (Baow), let that coochie breathe (Yeah)Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (Ho)Hands on your knees (Ho), hands on your knees (Ow)Shake that ass for Drake (Yup), now, shake that ass for meBend that ass over (Baow), let

(Pew, Pew-Pew)First Person Shooter Mode, We Turnin’ Your Song To A FuneralTo Them Niggas That Say They Wan’ Off Us, You Better Be Talkin’ ‘Bout Workin’ In CubiclesYeah, Them Boys Had It Locked, But I Knew The CodeLot Of Niggas Debatin’ My NumeralNot The Three, Not The Two, I’m The U-N-OYeahNumero U-N-OMe And Drizzy, This

Uh-huh Early on the wake up, cunning as the father of the 12 sons of JacobShake up the world, cake crumbsCover my gold teeth, cufflinks, waitersLobster sauce on aprons, pardon, that’s the chefBurgundy on the breath, uncertainty when I stepDancin’ to every song like it’s a contestSingin’ to Stevie Wonder Happy BirthdayCelebratin’ years of flows