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off 
My dad n my mama know you right for me let’s make it rock 
When i go viral i’m gon take you to yo' favorite spot 

Cause when i’m round you i don’t

Saturday Night

2 Chainz

Pretty Girls Like Trap Music

2017

lil' niggas
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess's
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching

gon' let me hit
Shoot a shot with my lil' shorty
Guarantee that you gon' brick
Livin' life with no home trainin', bae
I'm not your average kid

I am

the room, I couldn't let em see it in my face
Didn't know what to feel I just went in the hallway
Couple weeks later, now your place is where I lay
And every

i'm the hell devil

Need a Lancia with ceramic brakes
So i'm getting money off ceramic plates
Just took my lil shorty on a date
Then the guys hit me

Know she on a mission like me let's go get
that cash
Never let no simple minded n***a treat you trash

I be thinkin' bout ma past and that shit really

don't let my demons know 
They hug my chest so tight, don't let my heart go 
All I got is pain, I wear it like some clothes 
Just roll a el to raise

off
And I got play's I'm gon' get 'em all, lil' bitch I get it on
I put my city on, them niggas mad they gettin' shitted on
How the fuck that go?
I was

or beef you Should know the difference
This is not no lil Jon
But we getting ignant
If I'm not the greatest
I am one of his descendants
Did I mention
Bacc

Mouth so wet, throat baby
Wonder do my kids still live there
Take that D, Megan knees make that cat go big purr
Skinny girls ain't no fun slim thick

Bad lil b**** wanna kick it

**** that let’s run up some digits

Show me that you really with it

Wake up & go get it

Got no choice but to get it

It

Niggaz in Trouble

Juvenile

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

hangin' out the window screamin' there I go 
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo 
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me 
Ride with us come see

Ion't give up real easy 
You gone have to work a lil harder 
You gone have to work a lil smarter 
I got God on my team
And If God be for me who can

Do by the any means or anything to get a firm on my grip 
 These n****s talking bout a bag ain't spent a half what I spent 
Ain't charging sh*t

you're my disciple, so you want to do everything I do
Good for nothing Reina, y'all wanted to play me for the fool
If you think I am the villain, let's

I'm talkin' bands, kilos, pounds
So you know I'ma stand my ground 

[Verse 2]
Say mane I go by YB Curtis, and you know them bitches lurkin'
cnd I don't

Fall for the Dolla signs
They ain’t no fam of mine
Tell a hoe fall in line
Fuck bitches all the time
Lil bitch
If I gotta get it by myself
Lil bitch

a piece of this you gon' be obsessive
When I put that leg right up on my shoulder
You gon' lose ya composure from my lil boulder
Yeah you hot, but the world

know about being hot 
Dope fiends 
and
Dealers 
Tryna take my life 
Baby told me 
I’m gorgeous hot 
I let her take my soul 
While I blow some o’s
It’s

blunt

Quite frankly
I'm not used to being attached
A lil crush that's abrupt
And I gladly fallback

Double down on my duties
Just to truly relapse

I done been many places ya
I seen many faces ya
Life is crazy I'm tellin' ya
I was down on my ass you was never there
Now I'm getting this money lil

on the Forbes list

Pull up and let shit go
Pull up and let shit go give me my dough
No, we ain't cool, we ain't bro
Don't know why you moving slow
You already

the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) go, go, go

Yeah, I'm still out here trappin', nigga
Money long, buyin' hoes everything they want 'cause my bag

dick (okay, let's go)

My hitman don't take a day off
My hitman don't take a day off (Slimeball)
My hitman don't take a day off
My hitman don't take