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best
She would tell you the same
Baddie tuggin' on my belt
That freaky shit dives me insane
Fuck it, romancing
Cummin' in sync
I just hit from the back

tell you cough and bend over
Ice make this young niggas -look older
Shred shoulders
How much can I take
The love I be getting I feel that is fake
It all

ice and maybe take her out the country
I was dreaming out my reach cause I got down about some money
Used to stress about my life and still I started

brain
Got this choppa, let it bang I'ma make it rain
When I hit the stage, crowds screamin' my name
I'll be going hard till they lay me in my grave

pressure?
I hit that right on the rosette like some kind a leopard
Wait
I thought when you applying pressure you stop the bleeding
But you rather let it

Release an album in my past thoughts
I feel a pull inside my room from all these mascots
I see a kid within his temper
Making raps inside his room

about time
And that is Monee
Put it on the album 'cause I'm 'bout mine
Quite a few came throwing shade
But couldn't outshine
Hella rappers that I hit

wave put it on or cry about it
PaQ just dropped his album everybody shouting bout it 
Put that chain on, hit a fuckin dance 
If we talking cash I need

this bitch
I could double that by any means in this bitch
Pop a pussy right I make it bleed in this bitch
She a fein wit the shits

Bouncing on my dick

of my family mad 
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular 
Evicted from my

to persuade em

I looked up to God, He said let's get to business
Dropped an album and forgot it by Christmas
Flip the culture with a quickness
I'ma make sure

steal her purse
Hit by a car check my pulse
Just remember
I will do it for the kids
I will rise to the top
I will do it for the kids
I will stay true

kicked out of a Vrbo rental

Grunkle Xan been gone but he back
New album, making all of them racks
Smoking cunts on a brand a track
My favorite game is

Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me... on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original
Word

You doing your thing
And now I am in Miami
You make a hit album
We doing it big we've got money
Baby
Miami man
Miami
Du skulle vært her med oss
But you

I told Clark we hit the studio we always spin
I'm just going certified like ovo u know we did
I'm not really worried bout that door to door we goin

World's Most Hated

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable
Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe
My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow
I

Listening

J-Live

The Hear After

2005

At the building refused
My girl left me
Roberta Flack said
Never you mind
Love may lose
But at least you tried
The wisdom hit me in the eyes
And I almost cried

holdin' Christ
on a platinum chain, surrounded by ice
Sinister Cyrus, you can't deny this
Because the lightheads
Brokin' and tokin's been replaced by legal

to pray & here it goes
Man all these fake as bantu rapper get exposed

These niggas hoe's, wooo
How they get beat by

The king here, tell these wannabes

Sold Out

Dorrough

Get Big

2010

Ha! Yo!
Man hol' up (Ayyy!)
My car went from ice cream paint to fruit roll up. (Yaa!)
They hatin' on me, So what!? (So what!)
The game I'm 'bout

(You own that shit?)
Smokin' monogram, drinkin' Spade, emery, rolled it
Golden bottles ice cold, this part of my life is a bonus (talk to 'em)
I got

Man I'm better
By myself
I don't need nobody else
Work hard
Til the albums
Hit the shelf
Gordon Ramsay
With the wrist
Sauce God
Now they're
Calling me

Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally

And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't