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If you made it this far on the album
I appreciate your time, I appreciate your energy
I hope you listened to these songs sincerely and felt that shit

FDB [Remix]

Young Dro

FDB

Bitch!
Fuck that bitch like Too $hort
My whole crew here, fuck you thought?
Bumping, smoking that Newport
Ho keep talking bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck that

Victor Baron

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said

sharp shooting like Ochoosi
Dressed in all white Obatala look closely I
Mojuba with a vengeance at your service
When I walk by heads spinning like

and says "I'm so fucking tired of singing about love
I want an album where I'm strictly talking about dicks
Big ones little ones and crooked ones with weird

friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so

hear the snippets of the songs that I'm posting then
You ain't see the album
Funny how it had a couple songs about you then I went and scrapped them

Because I know that You're here
And You're always by my side
Everyday of my life

Maybe somebody out there knows what I'm talking 'bout
Ya situation got you

without her permission
Had to match the hats with their uniforms by definition
I put the baseball cap wtih the police uniform thats my edition (Fuck ms

is probably tired of me talking about the struggle
But since I resurrected time all the niggas don't want to see me bubble
Should I be mad at my

Louie bag, she got red bottoms, expensive toes
What that boy luh Jaso, had said, we told expensive poles
Ain't, staying, if I ain't getting head, that go

Correct Me

MoneyBagg Yo

Bet on Me

kids in the world
My only prayer is protect 'em when I'm gone
It be the ones by you throwing shade all along
Correct me if I'm wrong
It's been enough

Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah

knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate

that man I get to the bag
But that nigga Shadow...
He hit me up...
He said Dub man lets
Gon head and drop this tape on em...
I said shit lets get to it

I see the people that's talking bout doing the most is some pussies
I see the hate that you hiding from me from the way you be looking
See they

Nightly, so knight me, she's British right 'B'?
Talking over a Dilla beat, It's killing me, inside
Nod to all the hip-hop heads that ride jocks
Got more gin

boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm

a beast a different breed in time
Thats my album out by the way
Just had to stay focus and not believe in lies
Keep going till I meet my demise
Witch

Hey
So remember back in
What was it?
March
When lean machine came out
We were all talking about
Uhh', making an album
Well it's... It's finally here

(fully strapped)
Fully loaded with ammo we step on the scene, we aim and we bang (bang)
I'm walking surrounded by flames like Monday night raw I'm hotter

this shit back
Out here get returned yea I'm talking big stacks
Not McDonald's we ain't buying those fucking Big Macs
Got Mikey out here yeah he

Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like

the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you