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Soiled, Soiled, Soiled Soiled, Soiled.. ... Of ordinary... Chemistry There is a suggestion there, that uh, manipulation of no Humal, compounds, brain-neuro transmitters And that sort of thing May in fact, open the door, to uh, untapped areas of Human

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the

Straight up out of heaven wit' it uh Baby, you a blessing wit' it uh Come teach me a lesson wit' it uh Diamonds shining, diamonds shining You tryna keep me like a checklist (Uh, uh) Slow whine, slow whine Body cold like a necklace (Uh, uh, uh) Now I keep

I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna catch you lady I'm gonna catch you lady, catch you lady Catch you lady uh huh Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Oh darling, will you ever change your mind I've been feeling left

They got me trapped (Uh uh, they can't keep the black man down) (Naw, they can't keep the black man down) You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get

Dime, dime, dime si tú quieres andar conmigo Y si no quieres solo dame un rato Uoh uoh uho uoh, uoh uoh uho uoh No tiene caso que sea tu amigo Baby pero sin ningún contrato De todo todo quiero hacer contigo Navega sin compromiso, sin contrato y listo Si

Nigga, I'm a thug, fuck the cops and the judge If you're looking for me, nigga, come get me Pu$haz Ink the label, yeah, they're my niggas You know she keep her nails done, her weave spiffy Take it to the house and get jiggy I got the strap cocked, right

It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a