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I CARRY BURDENS

lyrics:
(yuh yeah)
niggas can knock on the door i wont let em in
pretty ass hoe get wet like evian
i got a brand new jacket yuh
i pop out in a brand new letterman
they tryna up the score i settle it
yeah whats in my cup that purple beverage
this aint golf im sipping on par
they said this shit aint over
i heard the fat lady sing and lit a cigar
im got that purple shit 
i ran it back to the house i feel like lamar
told em its one in the chamber
they said "and what is it for" i told em "jugar"

perfect skies 
i went and popped me a perc lil shawty got perfect eyes
im not in love wit ya face
in love with your waist and shawty got perfect thighs
i almost fell for this shit
and went on a date she telling me pefect lies
i put the muzzle right up to her head
cuz you know nothing thats pefect dies
her and friends done snuck in the crib
huh yeah they totally spies
smoking that reefer while im in public
yeah they saying that im so defiant
walk with a limp money my pocket
shaking the ground i feel like a giant
niggas thought that we was cool
then i went slime i had you under a guise
playing like yu-gi-oh zexal
better hope that my slime dont catch you
i really hopped out on this one nigga
and i had to day bless you
you can not run from the 10 milli nigga
but im still sending several
we did that one nigga so bad
on the ground looking disheveled 

(yuh yeah)
niggas can knock on the door i wont let em in
pretty ass hoe get wet like evian
i got a brand new jacket yuh
i pop out in a brand new letterman
they tryna up the score i settle it
yeah whats in my cup that purple beverage
this aint golf im sipping on par
they said this shit aint over
i heard the fat lady sing and lit a cigar
im got that purple shit 
i ran it back to the house i feel like lamar
told em its one in the chamber
they said "and what is it for" i told em "jugar"

evian(t9xnickk)

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prod slayr

She on that pole going crazy
Hoe going crazy
Nobody made me
Out of body, crazy
More molly, fading
More molly, fading
No body, gravesite
Hoe how you taste yeah
Hoe go on facetime
Im bout to slay shorty
Yea its slayr
Pick your pace up
Pick your pace up

Make sure the fam good
Make sure my hoe good
Lets put some amp to it
Lil slay i am good
Did what i could for her had high hopes her man would
Did what i should for her had high hopes her man could
Okay, MIA
A different state im traveling im leaving day by day
I put some racks inside her bank that shit might make her day
I shoot my shot right to that hoe like my name Ali-a
I had love for you
You held my life tying my shoes
I dont wanna feel thats all i do
When nothing is real you are my true

She on that pole going crazy
Hoe going crazy
Nobody made me
Out of body, crazy
More molly, fading
More molly, fading
No body, gravesite
Hoe how you taste yeah
Hoe go on facetime
Im bout to slay shorty
Yea its slayr
Pick your pace up
Pick your pace-
I let her go for some reason she a dancer now
Am i alone this song should give you the answer now
I wanna go i got no time for the banter now

Power 4

grafitti fushigi
au-delà de cette réalité
IM ON ALL PLATS

evian(t9xnickk)

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