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~ Fr!llz Lyf3 ~

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Uhh… yeah…

Workin’ at da frills,

makin’ some bills,

lookin for some thrills,

but only gettin’ chills.

I’m lookin’ at the clock

hearin’ people talk

wish i had my glock

or even a big rock.

Hearin’ beep boop beep boop beep boop beep boop all day long yea

 beep boop beep boop beep boop beep boop all the time yea.

I don’t like to face,

people in ma space,

it’s like a big race,

i work ma own pace. WORD

Returns are ma life,

garbages are kyfe,

use a guys knife,

to deal with ma strife.

Hearin’ beep boop beep boop beep boop beep boop all day long yea

 beep boop beep boop beep boop beep boop all the time yea.

This place is wack,

like a butt crack,

i like talkin smack,

like a heart attack.

I give you yo change,

hope i’m in da range,

people are so strange,

some are even deranged.

Hearin’ beep boop beep boop beep boop beep boop all day long yea

 beep boop beep boop beep boop beep boop all the time yea.

Ma lanes da best,

put it to the test,

it’s sexier den da rest,

But da frills is FUCKIN MESSED!

WORD.