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maal himself - buck 30 quick style lyrics

with one motion of the pen
i can get the net doubled over
i try to be humble, here’s a bit forecasting
i’mma a quintessential listen
i put a hex on the consumers, what i gotta spell it out?
use the senses this a rip in the dimension
sines come in seven virtues temperance versus my pride
you know sins is how mortals and gods collide.. i’ll let it ride
an innate ability for crafting avoiding the asinine
seems often that’s all that gets the highlight…intentional or not
all these actors flubbin’ scenes from the mezzanine
sh!t’s heavy weighted, so i waited to unpack, new flow carpeting
this righteous numerical scripting sevenfold no malice wishes
but to my foes be careful on your misevents pardon advent-ti-tures
sixteen-mo folded to 32’s this lighting the fuse, words fusion to hues
langston renaissance come see it live, listening party’s at hi-five for eye browsing, now i’m charting they get detached jealously blurry but easily observed for i, but i’ll leave you to the focal point four-eyes
fans want me more consistent on their bucket list practice monogamy
but i’m still chasing a threesome with love, peace, and harmony
to put it lightly less than 2 minutes of torrential pen pouring having some fun
play it back and the fact is i did numbers and i’m the one.. that’s done

satin lapel draped on merino wool
it compliments my bow tie i keep it cool
there’s not a l!ck of lint on me, she l!cking on me
bartender can you please poor a drink for me?
ummm.. i’ll have a scotch and what she likes
she kn-b grabbing, baby please keep it lady like
i get it love they watching us.. and i see all now swastika
it’s jewels on maal…
have a seat, let’s converse about the earth’s alignment
syzygy the earth, moon, and stars chime in
spin the globe, place ya finger that’s where we flyin”
that’s literally how we change the climate..just wear that lil thing i bought ya’ you know that thang that make a n-gga wanna hit the altar..
you know the old adage right? the good die young hoping god hand you paradise. hit the table nice, 7 hit the table nice, but this here feel like a ‘tucky derby night.. push b-tton start, swear that you can hear the hooves, couple numbers on speed dial in case i gotta call the wolves.. yeah.. i’ve been living out my dreams lately, pardon… i’ve been spilling out my dreams baby.. and i’m still doing numbers.. i done took the darkest winters and flipped them to white summers.. i’m gone…

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