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I Wake up every morning  looking like a check
I wake up every day I'm the man
Im walkin to the cake im tha band
I do it by myself ima band
All i

I just spend your rent a day
Bet I made it back
All my pieces one of one
Rocking Real100Tech
All my bitches one and done
I divide 'em by they tat
All

Hottest in my section i can't name a nigga hot as me
Messing with that fire up and burned him in the 3rd degree
Hundred hundred hundred yeah that

"I wanna chill with your honey man
, spent a bag, like a hundred bands
I'm in your dream, bitch
I feel like the boogeyman
I popped TEC, 'cause we there

New God Flow.1

Ghostface Killah

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

what you're talkin' bout
And my eagle, still got it all in the bag, B
All you did was play possum
Yo, come on

Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub

myself so how you gonna axe man? (How?)
Used to have the axe in the bag til' the boys on the block told me chase that bag (Glee)
Chasing the bag got me

cousin, yeah I gotta feed him
Greg gone in the grave
Man I hope I can meet him
Pops went through some shit
I was raised by Tameeka
Hop out the Sprinter

shit
Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit
My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell

my money dance Y'all bitches fuck less than a hundred bands
Money dance do my money dance Y'all n****s snitch, but he a mans
Money dance do my money

(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another

creep when they see me
Two hundred G's
Need my cheese fettuccine
Tryin' to get rich
Made a wish to my genie
Diamonds they drip
Man them VV's is 3D (Whoop)

steerin' (skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self, like, "What it he wearin'?" (What?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in by myself, or with my man
Even when

Shit, dead or alive
I wanna see 'em get by
Treat him like French, he get fried
Got opps on my head
They wanna see me get down
35, cash on my neck
Get

time to cuff 'em
I take a breath for a second
And with every other line, man I like 'em guessin'
Southern by the roots, grown deep, you
can't bring down

A lotta time goes by with the Rolex (ah-ha-ha)
Goodbye, you can hold it

One foot in and a one foot out
Hustlin' hard for a hundred pound
I might do

Dublin
Dashing Euros down the drain by the hundreds
My iPhone died, pissed
But it's all good cah the brick phone's banging
This ain't just music, hear

riding around with my top
Dropping down man these niggas
They cannot fuck with me
And right after the show
Man I’m pulling out 50s and 100s
Tell ty go

Turn the whole block a theater now
Made some legal money, ran off on ? Sound
Every seven days I might smoke a quarter bag
Bag, bag
Bad bitches in my

Stoplight

Snoop Dogg

The Best of Snoop Dogg [Clean]

2005

Simple slim, man I'm large, mashin' so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do' and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow

My wheels

wavy not lazy you can see on 80 out of 100 my bro that’s real!!

They call me the man like DAVIS paigon cuz I got drip I’m wavy

Going on a date with bae

of fashion Rav Simmons by the shoes
Keep it 100, you ain't gotta front your move
Just keep it 100, you ain't gotta front your move
Keep it 100, you ain't gotta

Make sure say e cam knock ya door
Man di work money so go give
Land lord that shit di bore
Pull up in the streets trynna
Get these bags but shit ain't

Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo

When you in the hood with that chicken

been going I know ya'll noticed
That's a fact
You know how I'm coming growing up chase the bag
You know how I run it going fast
Skirting off hundred