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To Be Continued
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Past 7 Days
To Be Continued was discovered most frequently at around 4 minutes and 45 seconds into the song during the past week

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(Fuck goin' on, R8?)
One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on your thigh
You know you the biggest, don't let 'em tell you you not
Them cops on his ass, he know that he hot
I'm smoking this gas, smoking this pot
I know that you love me, can see it in your eyes
I feel like MJ went on my side and I knew, out the skies
I told her, "Really, why did you lie?"
I put this Ricky all on my thighs
(All my troubles fading when I hear from you)
All my struggles fade away when I look inside your eyes
All my struggles fade away when you gave me that surprise
She don't wanna give it up, she say this pussy is her pride
Chrome Heart rings, four hundred a piece
That pussy good, I like when it queef
Bad bitch from the hood, got golds in her teeth
I told her, "You good, whatever you need" (Right now, I bet ya)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh (Say what?)
Oh (You know that, for sure)
(For sure, for sure)
All my struggles fade away when I look inside your eyes
All my struggles fade away when you gave me that surprise
She don't wanna give it up, she say this pussy is her pride
She give me life, she gives me life
She give me another reason not to die
Sometimes I think about suicide when I get high (I get high)
One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on your thigh
You know you the biggest, don't let 'em tell you you not
Them cops on his ass, he know that he hot
I'm smoking this gas, smoking this pot
I know that you love me, can see it in your eyes
I feel like MJ went on my side and I knew, out the skies (Fuck goin' on, R8?)
I told her, "Really, why did you lie?"
I put this Ricky all on my thighs
(I do)
Oh (I do, I love you)
Oh (I love you)
(Fuck goin' on, R8?)
(I love you, I do)
Oh (I love you)
Oh (I do, I do)
Oh, oh
When the rapper known as Nine Vicious riled up that crowd and appeared to turn them against the very venue where he was performing
But Nine Vicious is a rapper who really recently started gaining popularity within these past couple of years
(Fuck goin' on, R8?)
He has found himself in the middle of controversy
(We in this— ro-ro—)
Hol' up (Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)
Ha, ha, ha
Huh, clout chaser, clout chasers
Clout chaser, clout chasers
Clout chasers, clout chasers
Fuck my opps, put 'em in the dirt
Put 'em in the dirt, pussy (Say what? Bah)
Gen5 in my goddamn lap, this bitch—, hol' up
Gen5 in my goddamn lap, bitch, I keep my fire
Kanye hit my phone, bitch, I'm fire, he told me my music fire
Kanye hit my phone 'cause I'm fire, he told me my music fire
I feel like Rx Yp, **** came in with that carbon
These hoes tryna bring up my past, but they ain't doin' no tarnishin'
I'm in this bitch, ho, I'm ballin' on a pussy-ass **** like Darius Garland, hol' up
And these diamonds sittin' on my neck, that bitch sick like pollen
I got diamonds, I got diamonds
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamond, diamond
Get behind that fuckin' ass like a fuckin' lineman
And I fucked this bad ass bitch, this bitch stay on timing
Clout chaser, clout chasers
Clout chasers, clout chasers
Fuck my opps, put 'em in the dirt (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Put 'em in the dirt, pussy (Say what?)
I been on your asses really on that, so I had to show that boy
Went to Spencer's with my fuckin' bitch, I got her a brand new toy, hol' up
Why the fuck you talkin' 'bout ****? I don't even know them boys, hol' up
Stop talking to me, you make too much noise, ****
Shut the fuck up, S-T-F-U
I just fucked a bad bitch and I fucked her friend too
And I wiped his fuckin' nose, he sick, talkin' bout, "Achoo"
Say she like girls, I'm like, "Yes, bitch, me too"
Orange County bitch, m'kay, I fucked, she ran through
Fuck that **** and his fuckin' friend, I want his mans too
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, brand new Cadillac, bitch, I got leg room
Ice in my goddamn earrings cold like an igloo
It's cold like an igloo (Bruh, open that shit up)
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold (Open that shit the fuck up)
If you scared, if you scared, get the fuck out (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
What? (We in this— ro-ro—, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick) Sex Money Power
Sex Money Power (Woo, woo, woo, woo-hoo)
Written by: Trevon O'Ryan Echols
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