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Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross
to show my ma
Pull up in the Phantom, cameras know my car
Now you looking like me, bitch stole my look
Never played by the book
You see the shows I book
and post them online
We in some funny times
But that's a story for another time
Back in Miami at Sexy Fish for the hundredth time
Girls sending heart eyes I
(Fingerprints on the window
when they know that I'm inside)
Daddy's paycheck
Danglin' around your neck
(I don't owe you nothin' girl,
especially my respect)
trenches
Stashin' cane in the benches, spitting ' game to bitches
Stay away from the snitches, my pressure was at an all-time high
I was tryna get by, just
Yeah
This goes out to whom it may concern
But anyway
Check it out
Sittin in the next room talkin softly on the telephone
Makin plans to see ya
Doin' this on my own no-one by my side
Doing this for my granny
And my uncle and my aunty
And my momma and my daddy
And my people in Miami
I'ma bring them
About 100 miles an hour, nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, ball out
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put
Yeah this that, this that Houston Texas on a summer night
This that Riding down Miami Beach with a bad one, with a bad one you feel me
Rest In Peace
a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace,
send one of my lil' niggas
Come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
fuck that nigga life up if he let me (on God)
I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy
Opp in the party, get popped like a fetti
Ain't impressed by
steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
in dem Jahr, als die Twin Türme fielen
Hab‘ ich beim Bunker
Als Künstler unterschrieben
Als Puff Daddy das erste Mal Puff Daddy hieß
Plant' ich den
faggots into deep shit
I'm a maniac, surprise you like a crackerjack
Dressed up all in black, a jason mask, i drink up from the flask
You oughta know by
shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
next day
Nikki never wanted any children at all
And Terry was Courtney's little girl
She turned tricks in a white trash mall
And shot dope with
the baddies call me zaddy
All you bitches upset, call 'em maddys
Tell 'em we ain't lackin' ya we got the rattys
Got no time for no pop up by your baby daddy
Where we from now make it to my lifespan
And you could blame my daddy
If I'm actin' light skinned
I made history, you told that
Realest shit I wrote in
tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam by the back
friends
Lookin' like a snack, she'll devour me (ay)
Your boyfriend's whole salary's my hourly (haha)
Throwin' bands in Miami, it's showerin' (it's
toe to the 9-8
As we dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
Daddy you trippin
Come here momma
Momma don't cry
No we don't need my daddy no
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(Tune in to the History Channel)
These are the tales
(Learn a lesson biatch)
These are
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