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Trap grammy trap grammy

Uh-huh yeah

Say what you’re feeling like get some real advice by the nigga like
But it could end tonight let’s pull up

we pray Amen
Whole time I thought you would get taken out  by crooked cops
Not a faulty heart that I gave you tryna stop
So many meets you would think

(Ice)
Sorry, Baby, es ist nothing, but a G-Thing
Ich merk', sie wollen uns haten
Weil sie checken, dass wir real sind
Du hatest, weil du broke bist,

things can
Get stressful sometimes
but cherish each other
I love you all
Da Killa KC
It's Not A Dream

right there, you my constellation
If you leave me, I might go crazy
So I'm gone keep you by my side, cause babygirl yeah we both crazy
And please don't

games
I can play too
I ain’t threw with yo
yo ass yet
Now im upset
Who said I was gettin checked
Nigga by who
Fuckin around leave a nigga dead baby
In da

V1.
-       The finer things from broken wings my life sings
-       Travel down this road these memories bring
It’s a celebration bitches and Im

Yeah but things come and go
You know that for sure
Last year wasn't it
But next one's gone be cool
I played by your rules (your rules)
Let me see

a pilot yet remain on the ground floor
See He da truth stayed right there when everybody left 
cnd I was down real bad all by myself 
Then he let me know

to hard 
Not to lose my cool 
But you girl!
You right there 
You at like you like this shit 
How’d I know 
Or why I know 
That me on some stalker shit 
But

[Intro: Wan Shey]

Wan Shey, oh
Chop Chair
See di people dem di spread the news say
I watch di thing for news yesterday say
 
[Verse: Wan Shey]

Flexing, taking vacations out in Belize
Step aside when I come through
Like I'm a sensei in kung fu
Hit ya wit da one two, back shots official
Pull her by

shotta   I make dat thinG Hop
Cross State Lines in a camry   Straight  no pit sTops
MaDe sure all my nikkaz ate   This ""G"" BLock
Pour it uP   We makin'

"meet me by the gates"
War ready, war ready, stay scheming
Skinny nigga, pot belly, stay eating
Break bread, I do more than break even
I ain't following

Unbelievable fat ass but your tummy so flat flat

Take it off and let me drive you crazy
Law down and let me massage you baby
Real G and imma keep it sexy
No

What We Came to Do

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

heard, go and spread the word
If you been shot by us, then that's what ya deserve
We stay ghetto, not suburb, dress superb
Keep birds in the cage wit

for the thirty, and he's not scared
His wrist works, been through more whips than Top Gear
A real one's hard to find, a bad bitch is not rare
You

This ain't for the main population
Not for every single occasion
Imma spit the real
No mass appeal
No racism, I'm Asian
No need for radio stations
I

lava
Let me flex up on my enemies, Tony Montana
Look at my belly
Big and round, yeah, me eat all the readies
Money come long
See me rap on the telly

inside raps
Show love, El da Sen, who? It's SnowGoonS
Check the tune and bullshit make room

Extend the hand the mic is in my grip (uh)
Soul from the lips,

back
We got eachother
Niggas know we stepping grab the weapons
Know we slugging
Came up from the trenches
Only thing we do is thugging
Me nuwop and da

money earned by myself, the truest hustler
If she ain't onna same thing, don't be cuffing her
Only signs I need is dollars from all the customers
The cash

my mind right but they way they talking they gone make a nigga lose it
But I ain't bothered by a nigga mad cause he always and forever been losin
Rap

gangster but so pretty when I look into her eyes
Only thing that came to mind was got damn you
Fine
What's your name girl let me rap to you
If you give your