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shorty, she be creeping, we be texting on the spam
Got a bad brown skin, and I swear she look like Pam
If a nigga try to test me, he gon' fail that lil

satan as their daddy?
I'm not establishment
Lil Nas X he a gay fag woah
My homies stay working like Maytag woah
Wuhan shoulda had a safe lab woah
I got my

a paperclip
By the way im rocking you know I was made for this
I got the crowd control, I got the stage on go
Going all in so this shit gone prosper
Shawty

Wipe Me Down

Foxx

Survival of the Fittest

2007

open
Niggas flashin' they lil' bread but I'm the nigga they approachin' (wipe me down)
Small niggas tall figures y'all niggas crowd niggas
We gon' get

a punk Terence Crawford on my block
Wrestle for my life slam niggas Off tops
If nigga try to Rob me im dying For my glock
If the feds try to approaching me

think I’ll eat that second Percocet
As a matter of fact, kick every hoe out that ain’t shaking ass 
And if she claim she got a n****, ask lil mama where

friends by
Help em with anxiety to make sure he aint anti
Socially he nervous & don't like to be in big crowds
But he's still ambitious and like to have fun

on a Uber
(What?) , put her in a bird scooter (Aye)
She's a cougar
(yeah) , heard she work at Hooters (O oh)
My auntie sellin' dog food by the pound
(O oh) my

of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo

We like causing chaos like the city

open
Niggas flashin' they lil' bread
But I'm the nigga they approachin'
(Wipe me down)
Small nigga, tall figures y'all niggas crowd niggas
We gon' get

jobs
Sixteen large on my sixteen par
Sixteen God I got sixteen arms
Strickly on the come up
No Pain No Gain dont show up
Hang with the crowd Get Up When

the Kennedy
This is a remix, y'all all know the melody
Hit from the back, got her screamin', she loud
I like how she take it, she makin' me proud
My bitch, she

A fact of life is that we will be remembered more for what we destroy than what we built
History is written by the victors
That's why we must win

the past will get witcha
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no 'next', you out the picture
Brown baggin' liquor you and her bicker
Life crawling by

discriminate black, brown and trans
Hyper-masculine
Orange face small hands
Don't you fuckin think for a minute my people won't take a stand
Cat's outta the bag

wont even leave my friends dead body in this bitch, Ima take it with me/

Bury it on the outskirts, in the brown dirt/
And never look back, I’ll be free

Shawty got body
She tryna ride me
She brown just like Bobby
Don’t try to rob me
Leave you in a lobby
Tools like O’Reilly
Cause niggas can’t stop me
Slang

Run from the lights smoke legal, 
Pull up in the coupe, six deep, six seater
Real brown skin in a white wife beater, 
.45 shots ima thread it like

rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin

[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better

No Complex

Chino XL

Here to Save You All

1996

circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous

like I'm the snack
Slatt, slatt, all I yell is slatt
We smokin' all these cookies, go order another batch
Thеse lil' pussies some rookiеs, ain't nobody

the past will get witcha
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no 'next', you out the picture
Brown baggin' liquor you and her bicker
Life crawling by

that scrapping your
Brain I'm attacking
Just loced out sipping codeine
$UICIDEBOY$, bitch, trick or treat

"Crowds have been gathering around Washington

shakin' 'em down (shakedown)
I love performin' with hoes on stage (yeah)
I just be pickin' bitches out the crowd (let's go)
Designer glocks, no