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to Texas, straight diamonds skip the gold
Great timing don't miss the goal
You talking to Mista chose
Shawty you gone ride? Stick by my side
You gone be Mrs

(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that

jeans
Still tryna get a gift by any means
So I went and made a deal with Mrs Clause
Taught me how to bag Santa, hold up, pause
She just meant that I could

Yeah mr c4, so stay dangerous
For sure (You know) it's Big 4
(Just pay the guy)

Ayy, I might call that bitch
When I'm tryna fuck
Ayy, I might cop

I know you aggravated you'll get your time
By then I hope your mind is activated
Overcome tasks, we grew up fast
That's just the saddest statement
One

war time
Give me four 9's
Like a Jordan comeback, I sport a fo' five
Carbon 15
This ain't Fortnite, no

Laurent wit no socks
Lil jawn on my top
She

She said she gone eat the team
Bitch swear?
There gomy Amiri jeans
Right there
Got the Dirty glock bitch Im Mr clean
Serving Os by the load feel like

motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will

im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like

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It's a quarter to 3
And I'm about to go
Ey Mr. DJ please, would you throw my record on
Cuz the girl on the flo's lookin right (right),
and you've been

I'm just living life, honey blunt, sipping Sprite, richer than my vision I

Yo I was watching the world pass by 'till one day I woke up and took

age Mr. Shit u cannot fool me

Don't u ever false claim on my name
Don't claim GDN if u not in no gang
I'll spill yo fuckin brains, fuck yo sister

Suck on her titties like sippy cup
She know im staying on my grind
Been by my side since the come up
Bitch I dont need no stylist
All my niggas we

smoke exotic 
Weed john lennon shades on me feeling like im mr clean 
I aint no lil baby but a nigga drip is on infinity yeah they 
Call me luci cause i

I’m killin shit
You like dead presidents, yeah I’m with the shit
Ironic Mr. Franklin isn’t on the list
That’s a hunnid, the top boi I’m coming
You not

are new u might extend a red carpet Smokin sherbert lil nigga fuck the cigarrets
Got couple G ties aint even talk bout it
Look what i got on my wrist

high
I'm a King
Babygirl, you awake
You a queen
This ain't no blue dream
Welcome to the Lotto Team

It's ya boi
Soufsyde P
But you can call me Mr

Put the gas in the air i can start a hurricane
Smoking on slurricane committing suicide by the dutch
Bout to blow my own brain while I'm getting

I say I'm doing good
When really I'm really not
I get it from my father
Emotions? don't even bother
Just know it's getting harder
Feel weezy like Mr

Especially when in a pinch
And you need prep time, 'lil spoiled kid
I deploy quick
So many rounds off in your chest, Mr. Duncan'll tell you I'm not to toy with

I'm new rockstar
I'm the star
Bring my coffee by the Starbucks, coffee for the star
Deeplips (prr) ready for the hit (prr prr)
Bring me space, I'm so

dingaling or Mr sneaky link
Slide in that pussy like a wet skating rink
Make it rain I'm the plumber that come fix the sink
Sammy Sosa knock that bitch right

calling me
When I'm eating out Mrs Stephane
Wouldn't get caught by the ops on a
Regular day from the trenches I came
I'm moving my wave to the top

Big tipper
Let me see ya nipples
She get nasty
She keep grabbing on my, zipper
Skrt skrt I hit the exit stop by Mrs. Winners
I'm gettin' some head right