I told him that I gotta milk You can get whatever If you ask me.

You ain't got still follow water Save Frankie Must feel like you gotta kill And I just love to be catching a vibe that she gives me chills One hand on my stern will On the words of cricket I'm gonna be for help Game smart enough to keep my go to really change That's what I would call them for my life Better I don't tell Slow selling low Can't get coming Skinny hole Get called a hole That all the time I know that look like Oh, my Lord, She want she hold my car Got fulfilled My bodyguards served No, not enough if you know, you told me better coming from me But I'd be a dollar shop into the game.

Put it in a lot, Amy.

Try looking like a lick trying a place like New York die come from bricks.

Sand Shit!

Cook 1 25 Nobody got it.

Spend a black again I didn't mention sided, son Got to get back in real time for I got a deal Through the grace of God We've got away So now we've got a chill Yeah, Do it for my family My friends forgotten in this field I told him it was my turn.

I'm guessing that times here skeleton my car here Making sure my time here if you want my help was said You can't come around here Work my grind Really dedicated to get straight Feel better I don't know why I'm mad and I won't let the youngest take a mop in 19 matter He better be lucky dead.

I just bad rap speaking.

And Logan Street taught me Have no value invested in the Wednesday need.

No, I saw my doctor.

Pretty pussy.

No, like one up.

Threw it in there, my son.

So I can't go there, But you know I like to go there.

Nobody got hit, spent a black game.

I didn't bet you shot some Got to get back in real time Before I got to deal through the grace of God we got away So now we've got a chip They thought it was wrapped, Captain.

I told him that I gotta milk.

You can get whatever.

If you ask me.

You ain't got still follow water.

Save Frankie.

Must feel like you gotta kill.

And I just love to be catching a vibe.

And that should give me Children.

Wait, wait.