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like us
Rock the braids, do the dances, speak the slang like us
Our perspective isn't a thing that you can ever adjust to
Y'all don't fuck with us anyway

go
She said stop, please don't tell me that
I'm sick and tired of your fuvkin lies
Yeah yeah
Baby calm down kogbo
All the people are crazy shogbo
They

It don't tick, it just pop
It just dance, take a glance
Watch ya hands, or my mans
Will put you in your place
This a gold bottle ace
I just bought me

and I do my own vocals
Do the math
For my cash and the total

Five baby mamas'
That's ratchet
All cause drama
That's ratchet
Calling on your phone
That's

do my dance
That's my mother fucking boogie
She got a fat ass look like Snooki
Get out my class, boy, you a rookie
I see you dropped your first song
Do

knowin' all these niggas don't like seein' me
Walkin' around with they bitch

Doin' my dance, lookin' at all my jewelry
Makin' your face look sick

Niggas

the flu
Keep the same circle, Ain't no body new
Yeah it's two by two, So everybody cool
Baby girl, Baby girl, I'm checking your moves
Whispering in your ear

Every Body Heard

Bustacrime

Dope Lines

2016

around wearing a crown
I'ma drop lyrical you gonna get drown
Knock out by the flow the way the hit sounds
I'ma let your lil' mama say we drop bombs

modekin Shey mola

Soro soke werey 
Toba ti gba funmi jekin she e belebele 
Press your number here Oya sare tetetete 
Dance to my music Oya jo belebele

in and out like Cali burgers hoes by the pound that’s why niggas be red in the face
Fuck all the praise watch me dance to my shit
I know niggas gone

her tongue
Can't say her name cos she might be your hun
Don't get mad at me cos shorty wants some
I am not finished girl wait till I'm done
That's what

do you know how The Beatles end 
many miles away
one by one is fun at the New York Dance
don't know what your mama said
It's run away
this is a long

Falcon

Raury

SYRE

2017

a necessary evil
And I was gonna sin like people
I'm living a lie, trying to do this right

Go mama do your dance
Need my money in advance, the Louie V

Written By: Billy Bi$hop & TJ Always
Produced By: Yanchan

[INTRO]

[HOOK]

I’m on the go like I’m Diego 
I’m on the go like I’m Diego
My mama peelin

Murder

Busy Bee

Running Thangs

1988

the trigger finger, a dead ringer
I'm not a singer, and life just don't linger
But I looked the boy in his eyes, and he almost cried
But before he died

Don't care if we speak or not
By my lonely speaker knock
Shoot to be the richest out the bunch can't take no cheaper shot
Mind ain't like my peers

up so fast that bitch look like it's fast forward
Loot got them racks on him
Loot keep that Mac on him
Don't try Jack homie
I'm on attack homie
I got

Stay honest,
Show that mama raised a man,
Loving you,
Was always part of my plans.
I rather transcend generational curses,
Don’t be another statistic

Pop tags don't know what I spend
First class when I want to ascend
When I'm on you better defend
She doin my dance
Remember the days she ain't give me

had to do the soldier dance, left foot, right foot
She made sure that she had told me plans
Gone for the day but, I'll be back by the night again
Told

I’m trynna hit my prime
I don’t want to be living just getting by
I’m trynna live a better life
Trynna get my mama a better ride
Home is every time I

throw up your Ys
They say that lil boy be the flyest
And I jus got get my dick sucked right quick by a bad bitch
I be talking my shit, but she know that

the present (amen)
Whole meal I don't even need seconds
Lied to myself Ima only last seconds (lets go)
I can tell by the accent freak freak
Shawty said her name

Lil mama geeking because I'm seasoned no cilantro
How you want beef when you vegan? That's just your pride bro
Don’t get deleted and robbed of life yo