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lyrics:

you never know what to think
you never know what to do
you always coming to me
but i’m never coming to you 
not allowed what do you mean
what you said ain’t standing true
what you said ain’t standing true
it’s like i’m always around 
needed you don’t think that you would be round
you would just tell me to figure it out
from this point on you can figure it out
back on oxy’s it’s not like you care for me now
i can’t lie though i still kinda want you around
imma leave with no words have you wondering how
we connected by bridge but you burning it down 
i sit and think about all that we found
you would play with my hair everytime i went down
i was holding yo hair everytime you went down
it’s late night and nobody is holding me now
i can crash on the road you won’t hear from me now
but to be honest it’s not like you here for me now
we can’t talk just how we used to
can’t pick it up
love we had was mutual in the end we both had fucked it up
pour a 4 hope i forget you 
in the end i know that’s not enough 
back on bars like what the fuck
i quit too much like what the fuck
my momma said boy what the fuck

Not Allowed (letter to her) [shem]

less2say (steph)

#Scfirst

(yaaa)
Niggas cant tell me shit, i count racks on racks on racks
I walk up in this bitch, niggas know my name in saks
Nigga thought he could spin on me(ha) but we spin back
That lil nigga think that this shit sweet, why the fuck would you think that?

She go up and down like bunny
Wipe my nose but its not running
Boy you broke, go get some money
I sip wock, it fills my tummy
Fuck a draco grab the tommy
That boy a bitch, cry to his mommy
You on my dick, boy get a hobby
I need some head, some sloppy toppy

I put a red dot on your head, you look like an indian
If that nigga talk down on the gang then we finna spin again
I get way too damn high, im looking down on the ceiling fan
He said that he better than me, i look at him like "really man?"
I dont even even try
I get way too high
Im in the crib and im mixing chemicals, bitch i feel like Bill Nye
You could get hit up with that fye(dododoo)
Nigga now you die
I get hella greens, yeah i love my greens, i feel just like Popeye

Yo bitch knows the word like a pastor
I been in that field like a tractor
Niggas they be fake, they be actors
I pull out that stick, he run faster
(yeah he run faster)

Boy you on my dick go get your money up
Bad hoe hit my line, yeah she gone suck me up
Why is he talking shit like he's gone fuck me up?
Wock inside my cup, it be too muddy bruh

Not Allowed (letter to her) [shem]

Simbaa

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