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baby won’t you lean on me, baby want to wait on this, baby don’t you dip right now

why you gotta hate on this? why you gotta throw that shade? would a piece of the pie heal that pain? i just wanna bend this earth, flip my word, make this bread, hold that stack put it by my ear can you hear me now? i just wanna know my worth, want a big place, big plate, thin waist let my d-ck play. don’t wanna get too deep but heed this, i need you. won’t you call back attached to aroma like a home cook, make a boy run back you a good look gaze over too quick get a sprained neck ,think i need you laid up trying go way up

baby won’t you lean on me, baby want to wait on this, baby don’t you dip right now

see i spend the summer lowkey in the bas-m-nt like a young ye. how you want to run it? don’t like the way i play the trumpet. b-tch stop talking about my ego, whack motherf-cker man i lapped ya, off a project reps to 100 but you take me lightly, man i might need, cook a little 16 make you pipe down, flow like tsu like nami. it don’t dip it could whip, call it practice. playing with my lingo, put my two cents stretching out your bandwidth. can’t really manage. 100 cl!cks, it don’t bring back a life, but it does invite more strife, so you get on your knees, do a little prayer and he put it in your mouth what you preaching, deceiving where the good be? i do see what i could be. tail like letter, speak obama, heart like nelly, man get jelly cuz i heat like summer, raise him up like a young king simba, preach to the beat make a throat erupt

i don’t wanna get caught up i don’t wanna catch no feels i just want to see you shine i just wanna watch you grow i don’t wanna go to soon i don’t wanna get no call i wanna i don’t wanna hear you sick i don’t wanna feel this way i don’t wanna lose my strength don’t you break my heart, aye ali aye ip ima go bruce, crack in the earth, curving her back she want to get loose i wet my tip, this my sh-t, i wrap my wrist i get my eight, bless this day, f-ck you think? bullets to the brain k!ll for the fame engulfed by the flame back in a day hot lunch recess hoops on the blacktop now you grown-up skirt up lips done i respect that don’t call me we don’t dab up we don’t need to

baby won’t you lean on me, baby want to wait on this, baby don’t you dip right now

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