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shaking yo ass, the rhythm you dance
Say you got yo lil partyboy in a trance
And I just wanna map out yo body with my hands
Ooh babygirl, how you moving

the dub on me arguing with the stripper
Got enough to buy the club on me
Up now all these lil' bitches
Wanna hug on me rap star
Fully bust down kit from

throwing up weight
I can't wait to see yo face lil boy I ain't come to play
Get out the way no casanova talking tough to play possum
Where's your honor
By my

Hokatiwi huh, huh, huh

Better tuck yo lil' granny 'fore
I scam her ass pro with this shit
Need a Hall of Fame scammer badge
Chop stutter when it

her top
I just copped a home kylie jenner right down the block
travi jordan’s on everytime i’m walking the walk
 
Blew a lil somethin, I dont shop

lil bitch check the degree
Boi swallow 4 shot me nah talk rum
Big 16 mek boi lye dung
Caution when me crew touch dung
From a boi Boi violate
Like blunt

By fine and she one of a kind...
I'm tryna take her home lay her on the bed and lick down her spin
Lights, camera, action
Once I press record baby

Coraline
Fuck the bag, I put a body in it, my last name what it show is a warning sign
Start late, finish by the morning time
Nyck @ Knight, lil' Jesse,

the broken glass
And the dope needles too
And them lil' baggies with the coke residue
You touch me? Your hands gon'
Bleed from the Dons
A defense mechanism

met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe! You wanna give it a go?"
Oh! Uh-huh
Gitchie,

F**k Swag

Rittz

The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant

2013

that somebody notice 'em
Make me wanna strike and knock 'em down like they a bowling pin
Maybe I just hold an out of touch attitude is fuck that kids

they can't be
Fear what they can't beat
No matta how they try
They can't touch what they can't see
You ready dawg?

I'm ready dawg, Murda let dat semi

Gumbo

Krizz Kaliko

Neh'mind

2012

ever loved anybody
Loved anything, loved anyone
Than you'll feel me.

[Chorus]
Your baby got a hole in it
I fill it up
She get turned on by all my

ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with

niggas running like a gender reveal
You a child in this world I can tell it
Baby boy cast lil homie
And guest who’s Melvin
I strong arm you for the bag now

the realist hol up wipe a lil 
Sweat from my brow 
I dun seen alot of bitches no respect for a mile until i took an extra step nd u came wit a smile its crazy

the gunplay
Ima do me lil bitch
Might get killed if you flinch
Bullets in the air miss me with that shit
Blunt to my lip 
With a head by my hip
Want dip with my

Ayy 4200 Gang ayy (ThisShitGoRacimo)
Bris ayy ayy

I'll burn a nigga down 'cause I clutch heat
('Cause I clutch heat)
Catch me on the top of bread

Need a leash for her
Lil Maril keep the volume at the
Maximum Colin in Maxima and
When he stop the car these hoes look at us
First rule that she learn is

Down at the ground
Being scared when you see me nigga
Many talk few are here but
We winning by a hair
Blink twice if you see me nigga what you say
Ante

Touch down CPT
Only do away games in my league
Clock goals then I showboat cause the flow bro overseas
Stay fly don't leap whole squad don't know

my body
She took my hands right
By her pants and told
Me touch her private
She want to ride me
With no hands
I call that autopilot
And all your friends

That fuck shit gettin' shelved
I got that nineteen 'leven in my belt
But I pray for peace
Y'all tell too much shit to say the least
I'ma touch down when

Touch that project screen door, leave the porch, hope I can't die today
Pistols in the car, take 'em on a chase, thank God, we got away
Lil' bro