XXXTENTACION – Infinity 888 (ft. Prince Climes) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Climes]
He whispers “All these niggas done”
As he loading his gun
He takes a quick look at sun
Then fires and runs
He never turns back
Never turns back and worries
About how this boys family
Gone be hurting and crying
Damn
But see dis a normal life in Brooklyn
Where people gotta watch out for
Thugs and Crooks an
Niggas with hoodies waiting and
Waiting and waiting and waiting for people
To come walk up and go snatch at their baggy
Damn
Life’s hard but fighting seems to be harder
And if you don’t believe me
Go take a look at Vince Carter
And even Obama
I just want you to know that world is crazy
That’s why so many fathers our here neglecting their baby
Ain’t been a minute and i’m killing
I’ll keep spitting
Some people call me a villian
I guess that means im winning
Hey
They see the
Possibilities
And opportunities
Go and drop all that bafoolary
Cause homie
You ain’t stopping me

Playboi Carti – Call Up The Troops Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Carti left hand
Shit man yeah you know
Dat way best way
Yeah, yeah
Diamonds dancin’ nigga
He the motherfucker on the mic, nigga yeah you know what I’m sayin?
Real, yeah you feel me?

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
They takin’ them pictures, I’m takin’ they bitches
They hop in my whip when they get it
I’m seein’ the pictures, my life is soo vivid
My nigga I’m livin’ the vision
My bitches stay callin’, stay callin’
They callin’, they chasin’ like Carti you missin’?
She blow the dick like a whistle
Up on the block with a missile
How he get shot, it’s a river
How you gon’ say thats your nigga?
You let it sing like tootie
I bring that shit like a dealer
Then I go fuck with my dealer
We run around like some children
I might withdrawal a lil mid
Watch me count up a lil mid
Fuckin’ your bitch in the benz
‘member I was in the pen
Bitches they hatin’ on Cash
Bitches ain’t payin’ my rent
I got that money to flaunt
I get the swag then drip
Bitches gon’ dial then flubber
I got your bitch then I flip her
Ooh, yeah, yeah, huh
You know I’m that nigga
Uh, yeah oh yeah
I know they gon’ feel the lil nigga
I know your bitch feelin’ this nigga
Suckin’ and fuckin’ lil nigga
Textin’ my phone late at night
Talkin’ ’bout she wanna bite
She gon’ ride it like a bike
She gon’ ride dick like a bike
Huh, what? yeah
I got your hoe and she wet
I got your hoe and she not
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Playboi Carti & Offset]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
Hop in the wraith put the stars in ’em
She goin’ crazy, the bar in her
She a bad bitch, but a bar tender
It’s weird cause she didn’t see the star in me
Now I’m lookin’ at bazaar women
Better learn to play your cards, kid
Split the profit, yeah we all winnin’ bad bitches
Pray to god cause we all sinin’
And now I’m dunkin’ like I’m Vince Carter
Bad bitches but they ridin’

Ralo – Young Nigga (feat. Young Thug, Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
Ralo, Young Thugga, Lil Boat (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi!)
I want everybody in the front
The middle and both of the sides
And even in the back to turn the fuck up
You know what I’m sayin’

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Ralo gon’ deal it

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Fuck with my boy and I’ll catch me a felon
We’ll go to war with whoever, we ready
You know we shoot up the shit to be felon
Didn’t mama tell you don’t fuck with no gangstas?
You need to go back and tell mama thank you
I shoot this bitch up and I won’t move a finger
I keep them shooters with me, every angle
Young nigga flyer than Superman
I got more choppers than Yucatán
These niggas faker than Boogieman
I get in the kitchen I’m cookin’ man
I whip up that dope and I whip me a Lamb’
Whoever try me I’m never gon’ spare em
They better ask about who I am
I pull up on you and I won’t give a damn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
It’s too much money for one nigga
We do not run from no one, nigga
Come get your bitch when I’m done with her
I make a ugly ho think that she pretty
I make a friendly bitch think saditty
I make these niggas think they run the city
They go against me then we hurt their feelings

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ralo, Young Thugga, Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
I’m a lil’ different, my money lil’ larger
I don’t drive no Charger, I beat all my charges
Now I do commercials, I’m so controversial
Everytime they see me, they hatin’
They hate when I win but they love when I sin
These niggas gon’ wake the man that’s within
Boy by your looks I can tell you cappin’
Boy by your looks I can tell you a pussy
Thought it was soft then he saw who was with me
Don’t you dare to try put me with the rookies
That boy ain’t dead so he finna play hooky
He hidin’ he scared, that boy shake in his boots
I can tell pussy run deep in your roots
I can tell you don’t got guap like the Jews
I can tell you don’t got guap like I do
Got a fist full of diamonds a neck full of water
Ballin’ so hard, change my name to Vince Carter
Not ever once in my life have I ever rode Marta
This year I just might have to cop me a charter
Thugga my nigga, I swear that’s my partner
Ralo fam goon, don’t nobody go harder
Lil Boat the king of the teens and I’m smarter
I’m not 21 but I’ll slaughter your daughter, bitch

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ralo gon’ deal it
Mama gon’ have a lil baby
Shawty say she have a bite
I whip that dope in the eighties
I beat that bitch like I’m Ike
No I’m not scared of you baby (na)
We can get down any night
And yeah I’m still reppin’ Haiti
Yeah we run round with these mice
Young nigga fly like propellers
I might not fuck Cinderella
I filled up my life with some schedules
I know these bitches gon’ tell it
They can’t knock him off of the block (they can’t)
I know lil shawty gon’ sell it
They told him to stop, but he not
I know lil shawty won’t deal it
Ralo gon’ deal it
Chop up that boy with machetes
Shoppin’ sprees when I’m ready
That pussy is pink like a pig ’cause she red (sheesh, what?)
Them M&M’s all on her body, look like she ready

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my bitches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot

[Outro: Young Thug & Lil Yachty & Lil Uzi Vert]
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeah)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeah)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeah)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder

Young nigga – Ralo feat. Lil Uzi lyrics

Lyrics Ralo – Young nigga

Ralo, Young Thugga, Lil Boat (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi!)
I want everybody in the front
The middle and both of the sides
And even in the back to turn the f*ck up
You know what I’m sayin’.(young nigga)

[Hook: Ralo & Young Thug]
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Ralo gon’ deal it.

F*ck with my boy and I’ll catch me a felon
We’ll go to war with whoever, we ready
You know we shoot up the sh*t to be felon
Didn’t mama tell you don’t f*ck with no gangstas?
You need to go back and tell mama thank you
I shoot this b*tch up and I won’t move a finger
I keep them shooters with me, every angle
Young nigga flyer than Superman
I got more choppers than Yucatán
These niggas faker than Boogieman
I get in the kitchen I’m cookin’ man
I whip up that dope and I whip me a Lamb’
Whoever try me I’m never gon’ spare em
They better ask about who I am
I pull up on you and I won’t give a damn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
It’s too much money for one nigga
We do not run from no one, nigga
Come get your b*tch when I’m done with her
I make a ugly ho think that she pretty
I make a friendly b*tch think saditty
I make these niggas think they run the city
They go against me then we hurt their feelings.

Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot.

Ralo, Young Thugga, Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
I’m a lil’ different, my money lil’ larger
I don’t drive no Charger, I beat all my charges
Now I do commercials, I’m so controversial
Everytime they see me, they hatin’
They hate when I win but they love when I sin
These niggas gon’ wake the man that’s within
Boy by your looks I can tell you cappin’
Boy by your looks I can tell you a pu*sy
Thought it was soft then he saw who was with me
Don’t you dare to try put me with the rookies
That boy ain’t dead so he finna play hooky
He hidin’ he scared, that boy shake in his boots
I can tell pu*sy run deep in your roots
I can tell you don’t got guap like the Jews
I can tell you don’t got guap like I do
Got a fist full of diamonds a neck full of water
Ballin’ so hard, change my name to Vince Carter
Not ever once in my life have I ever rode Marta
This year I just might have to cop me a charter
Thugga my nigga, I swear that’s my partner
Ralo fam goon, don’t nobody go harder
Lil Boat the king of the teens and I’m smarter
I’m not 21 but I’ll slaughter your daughter, b*tch.

Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot.

Ralo gon’ deal it
Mama gon’ have a lil baby
Shawty say she have a bite
I whip that dope in the eighties
I beat that b*tch like I’m Ike
No I’m not scared of you baby (na)
We can get down any night
And yeah I’m still reppin’ Haiti
Yeah we run round with these mice
Young nigga fly like propellers
I might not f*ck Cinderella
I filled up my life with some schedules
I know these b*tches gon’ tell it
They can’t knock him off of the block (they can’t)
I know lil shawty gon’ sell it
They told him to stop, but he not
I know lil shawty won’t deal it
Ralo gon’ deal it
Chop up that boy with machetes
Shoppin’ sprees when I’m ready
That pu*sy is pink like a pig ’cause she red (sheesh, what?)
Them M&M’s all on her body, look like she ready.

Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin’ up vegetables
I filled up my life with some schedules
All of my b*tches bisexual
They can’t knock him off of the block
They can’t knock him off of the top (workin’)
They told him to stop but he not
I’m still sellin’ dope out the spot.

Ralo gon’ deal it (yeahhh)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeahhh)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harder
Ralo gon’ deal it (yeahhh)
Ralo fam, goon, don’t nobody go harderrr.
Ralo lyrics
Video nigga

Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk (Prod. Araabmuzik) (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Intro]
Lightin’ up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

[Verse 1]
Look uh, first off, I’m poppin’ nigga, fuck all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a nigga greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bitch, I made another
Made songs ’bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly shit and had them date each other

[Interlude]
Lemme talk my shit
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evenin’, I told you
This that shit you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the fuck back
And look at your life like, "Look what I did"

[Verse 2]
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Niggas talkin’ like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin’ like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin’ large shit
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin’ Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin’ time nigga
Lately I’ve been fuckin’ bitches two in time
Sellin’ flows, sellin’ shows, plus keepin’ you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it comin’ fluent
Spittin’ like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these niggas like I’m Jewish
Stupid money comin’, got a nigga feelin’ foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me movin’ like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up ’til the day they call police on me
Say my shit the hardest ’cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back ’bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they ’bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin’ slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on gettin’ niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stuntin’, fuckin’ all your bitches inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a nigga killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, fuck how niggas feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m gettin’ hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
‘Cause when the shot sober
Niggas leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

[Outro]
I’m not gon’ play nice with you niggas man
Fuck you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no fuck nigga policy, know what I’m sayin’? One of those
I’m not one of them niggas that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you

Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
Lightin’ up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

[Verse 1]
Look uh, first off, I’m poppin’ nigga, fuck all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a nigga greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bitch, I made another
Made songs ’bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly shit and had them date each other

[Interlude]
Lemme talk my shit
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evenin’, I told you
This that shit you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the fuck back
And look at your life like, “Look what I did”

[Verse 2]
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Niggas talkin’ like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin’ like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin’ large shit
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin’ Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin’ time nigga
Lately I’ve been fuckin’ bitches two in time
Sellin’ flows, sellin’ shows, plus keepin’ you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it comin’ fluent
Spittin’ like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these niggas like I’m Jewish
Stupid money comin’, got a nigga feelin’ foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me movin’ like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up ’til the day they call police on me
Say my shit the hardest ’cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back ’bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they ’bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin’ slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on gettin’ niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stuntin’, fuckin’ all your bitches inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a nigga killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, fuck how niggas feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m gettin’ hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
‘Cause when the shot sober
Niggas leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

[Outro]
I’m not gon’ play nice with you niggas man
Fuck you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no fuck nigga policy, know what I’m sayin’? One of those
I’m not one of them niggas that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – I’ll Be Damned

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan + Lil Yachty]
We got the trap goin’ up, the trap movin’ slow
My flip phone buggin’, I got junkies at my door
Momma told me don’t be sellin’ dope, I told my momma no
Nah I ain’t goin’ broke, I ain’t goin’ broke
[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Nah, damned if I be broke, I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Cause I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Yeah, I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke

[Post-Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Told my momma hell no, I ain’t sittin’ in the house
‘Less I’m movin’ this white off the couch
Got a hundred fuckin’ packs comin’ early in the mornin’
Hell no, I ain’t snorin’, mothafucka I’m up doin’ push-ups
Pushin’ weight, goddamn it I’m lookin’ great

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Juan Pablo]
Tony Tiger, Frosted Flakes
Cookin’ the dope like it eggs and steak
Told my momma, I’ll be damned if I be broke, I need the cake
Workin’ out, I’m pushin’ weight
Puttin’ them bricks in momma’s basement
Cashed out on the ‘Rari, no down payment
Whippin’ the bricks out the bowl like a slave ship
We up all night ’til the grave shift

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, diamonds real water
Ball like Vince Carter
Move in a Charter
All hundreds like event starter
We throw fifties in the wishing well
All my teachers used to wish me all
But fuck ’em though
I’m doin’ better than I did before
I’m never goin’ back to being broke
I dropped out and did like fifty shows
For the ten track, add it up
Add it up, that’s a Rolex
Add it up, that’s an Audemar
I just came back from Panama
With a Spanish bitch, she like caviar
Yeah, and I ball like a Cavalier
I was bumpin’, that was last year
Nigga talkin’ crazy, put the red dot on his ass like a reindeer

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Juan Pablo]
I got bags like I’m Santa Clause
Money power, cut your lights off
I eat the beef with the steak sauce
Back in, that’s a cake walk
Soon as I get ’em in, I get ’em off
Get out the boat, go straight to the loft
Plug say I ain’t never gonna fall off
Trapstar to Rock Star, got a guitar
Sellin’ that dope, I ain’t listen no more
I ain’t listen no more

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Nah, damned if I be broke, I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Cause I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Yeah, I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke

[Post-Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Told my momma hell no, I ain’t sittin’ in the house
‘Less I’m movin’ this white off the couch
Got a hundred fuckin’ packs comin’ early in the mornin’
Hell no, I ain’t snorin’, mothafucka I’m up doin’ push-ups
Pushin weight, goddamn it I’m lookin’ great

[Outro: ILoveMakonnen]
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I…
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I…

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