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Mr. Growl

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Up with the pistol I tote
I'm gonna make it explode
I ain't really f*ck with my foes
So an opp finna drop if I'm touching my toes
Imma reach for my hip; Let it go, Let it go
I keep up with the stick, one more step you get folded
Interrupt you get hit,
You get slept, you get told
I woke up in the morning, no set backs, I'm going
Pickin' up my back pack
Oops forgot the bullets to the mag in the front pocket
It's a Big Mac
With some cheese, flashing bullets gonna make a nigga seize
Seein' red flags
When I send a text, look down and I got a text back
I ain't talkin' wetbacks, but lil baby went back
Cryin' on my shoulder and if I give you some head, best believe I'm getting head back

I'm in this bitch!
I'm in this bitch and you need to take a step back
I'm gettin' closer, loose laces, he fell back
Better shut your trap fore I smoke you cigarette pack
When his baby mamma fucked me, babygirl I felt that
That was way before we hit that plane and got some jet lag
Really not the type of person you wanna be yellin' at
I don't be playing these games Forget that!!

What you lookin' at?
I don't really f*ck with getting framed
(Frame-Framed)
Yeah I keep it loaded
They been tryna switch up
But it don't ever matter cause they know I got the aim
That's why I put your lady on her knees, she gotta pray
Whippin' out the 4k, Record then replay
Posting that on your page
We gon' do this your way
Cause if we do it my way, you got see the heaven gates
Just finished one, feel like I'm locked in a cage
Feeling so angry and I got some rage
I'm running up to the top ain't no escape
I be out there, I be making It rain
You be flagent, have to restore your faith
You finna play this how you gon' reach your fate  I put that on god, I put it on tape
I won't put it on my ma, but ill shoot you in the face
And I'm finna mold your brain like some motherfucking clay
And for Jesus Christ sake baby don't forget my name
Imma put in on the map, It'll never go away
Well would you look at the time, think It's time to pull up
And welcome to the club your late
I been thinkin' baby we can go to your place
Hold up see an opp
Imma shoot him in the face!!
I'm in this Bitch!
Pourin' the purple I sip!
Fuckin' her without the girdle
I feel like Steve Urkel
Controlling time Universal
In my way I'm finna hurdle
Ain't nobody finna get in my way
Shot like 4k right up in his face
You better back down, I'm in first place
Winning my gang, like a track race

I'm in this bitch!
I'm in this bitch and you need to take a step back
I'm gettin' closer, loose laces, he fell back
Better shut your trap fore I smoke you cigarette pack
When his baby mamma fucked me, babygirl I felt that
That was way before we hit that plane and got some jet lag
Really not the type of person you wanna be yellin' at
I don't be playing these games Forget that!!

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