Hey, production.

Hey, don't fuck up my move.

Good heart, but you got me, I can rule.

Too many halls, I only foe with you.

What do I do?

Wait, now, what did I do?

I gotta hit block, I can't eat fool, but I know I'm that nigger without you.

Bitch, I don't care but the songs about you.

But sometimes, I wonder if you think about me

if I cut you off right now could you live your whole life without me got my bad nigger

my tool is bitch I ain't playing while you like to stupid you always talking you ain't fin

do shit I never told you I had you on me hit remember the times you told me whitt if you went

the one to please tell me who is that whole new phone like who this Bitch I'm sorry I gotta play the list I'm that nigga but it's sad I can't be yours

That I know and I know you just talk to me when you're bored

But it ain't the same for me

The drug to you that's pain to me

And it's selfish but sometimes I hope that you die painfully

Yeah that's fucked up

I'm usually one of my luck's up

And I'm in yo d saying what's up and I'm trying to figure get my bucks up yeah bitch I've been other than I yeah think about you with my

bag I'm like down where my wife but I know that bitch she hate me yeah but I know that

bitch she played me yeah like can we just taught maybe hey suck in my thoughts lately

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