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in her i cuh tell by the ass
Angel eyes lavish styles ooohh yea she fine
Keep a house full of dimes she like pinky in her prime
Bartender stripper

leave by twelve
Go get some head from this bit from the project
That's my lil business
Why you worried about it.
You see them dimples on her back
You

Top shottas
Hoodie'd up, dread down like a Rasta
I'm Mr. Hang-out-the-V, tryna flock 'em
Pop 'em, drop 'em (that boy)
If we don't got the-, we gon'

been in the booth, I’m cooking up hits,  
I’m breaking the news, I’m directing traffic,  
Hit all of y’all asses, you throw on a beat,  
You know Dèja

like a giraffe
Mr Miyagi with the staff
Man I wake up in the morning with a plan, that's on gang
I won't keep it at the bank, need my shit in rubberbands

I'm on your lil b*tch hit list 
I'm a big shark with the big drip 
Ain't no more wave you're a  lil shrimp
One of one, no way you can get this 
Y

have it but not everyone does
...and now i know why Sonny would rather be feared than loved 
Loading up the magazine, barely became a teen
He says tell

to he block but this muhfucka’ gated
If you want the Draco, lil’ nigga
Come take it
We shot the block up ‘cause I’m hot
I’m impatient designs

my father side
And you only get a pass if your mom outside
It's still a code that I'm biding by
This might be the reason by god why I'm alive

The soft

and all my fans in my hands weighing on my mental
As I sing all these songs and rap instrumentals
I'm reminded of my brother Lil Johnny locked in the kennel

I do, what I do
Now I'm getting jacked by the boys in blue
What I do, what I do, what I do
Excuse me, Mr. Officer, fuck you

Rolling four deep
Trying

got a dirty round
Mr. Clean, I do them dirty now
Bro scoring off licks, it's a thirty thou'
She don't use teeth, she got dirty mouth
Brand new stick

the shows to the media Rather get up close and try to pete him
Say you looking for me, I ain't worried Lil bro with me, told him I'm curry

Fuck Mally, niggas

Chorus: Lil Caesar

One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
*repeat x2*
One two y'all, uh, uh

Easy livin, bitches

the hardest
First four four bars Mr. VIll like why you do that
Take a shot at niggas I shoot to kill and you knew that
Buy a gold chain fuck around and get

you to listen like Linda Linda Linda

Mr. ebenezar scrooge do you really know your name
I got a pick and a lock to the shackles on your chain
Please

worried, now that the truth's on
Y'all already in deep shit with lil' ass boots on
Cause I'm a real fuckin' pimp, no need for a suit on
I'm tryna get prepaid

Eating pistachios nigga i still will fucking tweak (Flett)
You know what it is lil nigga (Yai)
Y'all know what it is lil nigga (Yue)
You know what it is

Without You

LeToya Luckett

Music Is My Savior [Clean]

2007

it rain dollars
Then your talkin' money, bein' broke ain't a joke
Bein' rich must be funny and me I'm tryin' ta laugh

Count a lil' cash, walk in, walk

Superman

MIMS

Music Is My Savior [Clean]

2007

it rain dollars
Then your talkin' money, bein' broke ain't a joke
Bein' rich must be funny and me I'm tryin' ta laugh

Count a lil' cash, walk in, walk

for my lil' cousin
With that shit in his blood, uh
Know he feel like nobody love him

But I got you thug
Nights on my own , shit getting colder
Got

a king up on the throne
They seein' how I'm dressin
Call me Mr. Put It On
I done seen a lot of shit, I hit the rug when I get home
I'm Muslim, but I been

I, said I
Zow
I, said I
Zow
I, said I
Zow
I, said I
Zow
I, said I
Zow
I, said I
I'm not fucking with no hoe
I just let the lil bitch by
Wear

Yeah
Gang starr, M.O.P. 
Either ride or be quiet
What we gon' do? (Gon' do), motherfucker

Lights out, I told y'all, this is the one I owe y