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by lynx 196.9

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BET 02:54
Bet your bottom dollar that chick gon holla Chick gon swallow inches a lot a Ring her bell ma beefed out taco Hitting that like hitting the lotto a model But treat it like any other still living for tomorrow Dinner Macdonald’s shared forty bottle Broke Aristotle pen still open throttle No challenge a weekend swim dive the channel No goggles side B no vomit single spit Bring the track I bring the rap what accomplish Mary Jane glowing looking like a goddess See it in my eyes no lie passed possess Every record some fault left unchecked Effect yet to be known on to the next Something for the critics keep them busy yes Negative and positive stress part the test If I’m in this then I’m in this misses gon get it Taped butt naked raw cut unedit She said would what could of changed her mind Spaced out recline on never mine She for the game hit it from behind Dodge her eye contacts you’ll be fine Clock that dollar sign part the design Stick to the script vick diff it’s a crime Another die hauled off over pride Can bring and take everything you decide But you decide what you decide Cheaper just to keep her on the side Look so sick, so sick I’d suck your momma’s clit Look so thick, so thick I’d suck your momma’s tit
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Plans on passing the torch what do I do now Heard through da grapevine you here but not around Fighting for your life trying to find solid grounds After that ordeal no way no how I know god got his reasons But he messed up on this one believe me Blasphemy to question thee Prophecy your legacy built that won’t leave Seeds plant sure to stem trees Laugh after they duplicate steez Not only younger smarter version the key Probably better brother fam the agony When real write itself Time surreal surrender help Stop assess forget about it But bother the thought some ain’t got the moment Got to make most of it don’t it it’s golden Hence the slogan heart my sleeve broken I put it back with yours when I rap provoke them Pump it through the tracks leave them open This one for the who slept on the fire But in flock they’ll inquire Bigger than just know inspire Little old me to keep aiming higher Each feature tighten the heat deep bruh Universe yours spacer invader Never bye most def see you later Look at the time rolled joints and flowers
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Five to the face slow get with the pace Murder nother tape got a beat it ain’t safe Duck to caution we’ll be singing at your wait Casual catastrophe nonchalantly waste Incredible lines pierce minds chill da sun god Hoes wrapped up you can call me mumm ra First come lightening then the thunder Sidney Poitier yeah I’m here for dinner Or supper shot the sheriff and the deputy Penalty freedom on da run anyday could leave Like any other nigga if you know me Small circle that closes slowly Inhale the L my mind free from this hell Under a spell before beg tighten belt Roll another stealth living thats the wealth No purse seem to match that parallel

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released July 22, 2020

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