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KNOW YOU AINT BOUT DAT LIFE 
GET CAUGHT YOU UP 
YOU SNITCHIN WON'T BLINK OR THINK TWICE 
NOW IM THE ONE OUT HERE 
HATING AND THROWING SHADE 
BUT YOU

ditching da van
Keep it cool I ain't press for da shit I'm just saying
Put on for my set I'm a killa like cam
Yea gone now rest I'm chilling out fam
Worry

I am, know dat this ain’t practiced
Don’t know what I do with out you, your my favourite person
Your the one that’s on mind, you have my heart just

back with after 6 months
This filth? What the peanut butter
And jelly bullshit going on
Huh brazzi? Ya niggas
Ain’t even worth my fucking rhymes, man

views
Man I tell the truth

Niggas don't rock like dat
Niggas don't rock like dat
Niggas don't rock like dat
Niggas don't rock like dat

To run up that

(Chu nasty, this ones for the ladies, for the mami's out there)

Like a model, watch you hit the pose like dat 
Like a, watch you work the pole like

Of Hyphie Man Is Thizzin, Sniffin Lines
Im In Da Buildin And Im Feelin Like Yeeeeeeee!!!
R.I.P. To Da Mac D-R-E
So Don't, Dont Stop, Keep It Goin (Keep It

or some cash
How no nigga touch dat ass
If he ain't thinkin bout
Putting payments on ya house


She aint going down on no nigga who dont run it up
Her name

karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out
You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah
I'm the man

dat I fucks wit
Datll love to come in n drop dis country shit
Other dan dat ina one man band
Born alone by myself so here alone I stand
I ain't gon lie

1 Sec

Mumdance

XL Recordings: XL Chapter 6 [LP]

2015

the mandem own
IPhone swap it with a brick phone
Hit road, get dough, then we hit home
Ain't got much so man'll by clothes
Trust me I don't wanna be broke

Man what these niggas talking bout man Nigga you niggas ain't getting no money nigga
Man it's whateva nigga Scared money don't make no money nigga

to niggas but it ain't no point when everything I do be superior
I been going over heads like fitted caps
Now it's time for me to switch the gears
I been

lil chocolate bitch
Wit fat ass wit and her back out
If she tell me dat she down to fuck
By the next morning her track out
Told pimp leave the track out

the next one 
Is better (Yea)
Been the man 
Dats the gift and the curse 
But I make it work
Like a 9 to 5 
And it's overtime 
From the 1st to the 3rd
Yea yea

Swear it's layer after layer like the ozone
Heard your mans is perpetrating leave em' postponed
Imma do this knock his game out call me cold stone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man you bitches ain't shit
Man you need to just really - When you see
Her, get the rose petals, just like she's
Said before, throw it

Errthing dat glitter ain’t gold dat ig a trick u like April fools. 
If u my nigga ain’t going let no body play wit u. If Dey smoke wit u it’s smoke wit u

force like kylo
Me and bae don’t lack when we’re stepping out
I got a rambo in her handbag
Bigman don’t get that twiss
I’ll still wrap man ain’t nothing

can tell dat it won't last long
Cus she actin sneaky fuck I look like goin thru her phone
Man that shit just plain wrong
Now let's get lit up
I see

I took dat bitch to style her out
(Style her out)
I told you I am not your mans
(Not yo mans)
We bout to kick it like it's Vans
How you snitch up

"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up

When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't

Going Bad

Charmelle Cofield

Anghellic

2001

to
Figure out
What Tech's SINGLE is
Going bad
I feel like
I just might
Act a fool
When I see 'em
Gotta a nigga
Feeling petty
Looking forward

a cold chick
And be the best NBA baller with my flows sick
And become rich
Then be more rich
And more rich
And more rich
Like
Gimme dat gimme dat gimme dat