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Suzie didn't even think twice.
They tied the knot on Sunday, flew off to Verona, even if they couldn't pay the price.
But now with two jobs and three

streets
No cap tho and I had took a break but I'm back tho. Spin two deep just me and Bankoo Me and Shotty 
We all about Pe$o$, Got cashapp I'm calling

trip Ova Sumn
God will not save him a Nigga because all the angels he sending nsane always pluck Em
Now his ass laying all out with some holes in his

I’m his Mcm
When I’m nude
Second day of the week
Stored name is tues
By noon
I’m with another dude
Running through his jewels
Playing that nigga real

you a rat
You talk on the dead, ain't no takin' it back
Bullets hot, the choppa make him freeze
She can't talk, that bitch up on her knees
If it's up

been stomped on without remorse
And you know why of course
When you choose him over me
Only known him for two weeks
He looks just the same as me
Why you

knows mine?

I watched him come from nothing, pioneer like Wyte, Stak and Sparxxx

A decade later, I signed Haystak, and toured with Lil Wyte 

Made

mind and float him  And fuck that nigga, Hazel
Jkorri pulled up on that bitch, gave her a facial
Should i stop the dissin? Fuck y'all
And fuck that

hands man fuck it
Get rid of  the mask
Try hard not to crash
Might to lose my mind and show my ass

Jbee in the back with plenty sticks
Know he down

hands, two shotguns like Reaper, spin back death can't stop me neither
She get wet like Swifter Sweeper, squirter, got it on my beater
Chris Brown, I might

beatin' fast
All I see is police lights
I'm a million dollar nigga
Still gamblin' with my life
(Gamblin' with my life)
Left by AutoZone, now I'm ridin' down

Cortez Shoes

Lil Rob

1218, Pt. 2

2008

cortez shoes betcha could'nt
Walk in a mile in these shoes but we get by and we got to keep on walking

Let me take you back a way homie back in my day

Who Gonna Die Next?

Tapeminatti

Hell Razah: Digital Dope Music Dosage One

with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no

Don't Need Yall'

Trae

Same Thing Different Day

2004

found myself
My cousin on lock for two, so I'm repping him by myself
These niggaz done got me heated, so I'm headed for my shelf
Cause I feel like, they

fake Supreme, fake bape packs
All it really take to make shorty throw her back, wait
If you wanna fight me nigga stop it, my fists hit like polly pocket

behind it 
We all need someone to get high with 

Flat on my face, 
I try get a job 
God sent me a sign nobody was hiring
So I got back on my grind 
walked

Rolling back her eyes we chest to chest she yelling  never stop

if I fall I love then it’s my job I gotta hit the spot

Don’t worry  bout no rubber wanna

Celebrity Love

La La

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

and Jay-Z
+Crazy in Love+ in the back of the club
With the, Drama King and a couple of thugs
Here's a, toast to us; they want to get, close to us
"ME

the hedges
And y'all poppin' like y'all hot, boy stop y'all been bitches
Fuck harbor rd, fuck kirkwood this ain't no sneak dissin'
Fuck wit them better duck

and mind went?
Cause stop stealing mine then
Telling me what’s who, and who’s that
You call it accuse, I call it abuse
I refuse to get into a pissing match

But she doesn't really feel, 

Coz she made a deal, with herself, that she don't need help, coz she conquered her health, by herself, no doubt, it's

and plant kisses
Single mothers , auntys, divorcees and twin sisters
I'm him
Living healthy and wealthy
Not a day goes by they wanna selfie
Waking up

don't talk money you might need to sub the flow
I'm on one that's too much
Thug life shit 2 pac
Cops shooting for target practice
Shoot back till they

Wanted

Compton's Most Wanted

Straight Checkn 'Em

1991

car in, and smoking with my Mike gun.
pop off 2 lyrics so they can slack up.
If it gets too deep Mike's got the back up.
Packin' tools, droppin' fools,