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out the cab like a Rali don
Me and bro debated how far he got, cling get bust like a nasty fuck
Let me tell you how this beef gets awkward, I pull up

haggle with Paz?
Me and Musa take the bag up the Madison Ave
That's a CX75, that is a jab?
I got shooters that'll hit you from
The back of a cab
Look, hit

cabs
Nowadays, jump out the dinga an' bang
No ones safe, my right hand
Old school Russ this one for my fans
Your broski got bored, your daddy got blammed

screaming
Like Cab Calloway
You can hear the hooting and hollering
From like a mile away
I run with fast-hoes who see
A vic and salivate i don't touch

friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine, fine, fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab
Ah, yeah, yeah

un écran plasma, ouais
Si t'as pas l'câble
A quoi sert l'hiver? Faire des sous
Et l'été rouler en cab
Pourquoi jouer l'fou si
T'assumes pas

thirty-six dist, sittin in ah hole wit ah list
Of criminals, cryin they hit, plus they minimum, no joke
Young dog, west side nigga sold dope, clipped the
Cab

Slipped a tag one before I hopped in a cab

cyo, money bags is a poor man's dream
c good night sleep, with clean sheets yo, and not in the streets, 
Neat

might think
Baby it's bad out there
Say what's in this drink
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this

soul
And soon it's suicide
I'm feelin' microscopic down on Madison Ave
I could jump from a window
Or in front of a cab then, mc chris arrives
Said I'll

I can still hear your laugh in the back of the cab
We were drunk, it's been ages
Pick a fight with the driver
You're kind of a dick like that

enough to
Catch Moby Dick with?
With very few words and
Some melodies addictive?
If you're not up to the task, grab your bags
Call a cab, it's too bad

watches now
Smell the power watch me peel out
On a nigga dollar mountain biking
You heard what jigga said right
Get to bouncing catch a cab or take a
City

prayin' they buss and land man
(Free 'em) roads are pepper, I step with
The wetter or better
The things that blam-blam (Baow)
Always got things in the cab

died, I know the opps hurt
Since the 1, they made about 5 shirts
I'm on 50, bitch, I'm dumping mines first
Nigga died in a cab, he went out the worst
Miss

I know that (whoo)
I'm a known man (whoo)
You think you're crazy
But you don't know mad (whoo)
Catch the pussy on Roman
Lick it down like a Bow cab
I

A gun and a mask in it
Niggas be acting, they Brad Pitt
Might shoot my man, that's bad riddance
My Indian plug in the cab with it
Trap out ATL, yeah, we

You're a cab in the night
When I'm lost in the light
Let's go for a drive what are we leaving

With your fellow fags and yellow
Cabs coming for mine
Go ‘head eat your donuts and
Walk your wack beat
I’ll stay away from most beef and
End the other

on
Know you wanna stay with me
Ain't gotta worry 'bout a cab
But all these other man are watching
They be preeing up your back
Buyin' bottles to impress her

I'd be

Call a cab and run from this drink
While he's kissing on another bitch
I keep getting played on this rooftop
But I'll make him regret
Tomorrow

chinged in his cheek
Couldn't eat his dinner
Ratlin from the 9 is fast
But Eman from the 12 is quicker
I was pissed when I caught that nigga
I left my cab

case of longing sometimes
But oh how the winter pounds heavy
Oh, how the spring makes us glean
I'd like to pack my bags and hail me a cab
And get out,

sur la table
Deux-trois bitches on s'retrouve à l'Étape
Parlons pas trop, brûlons les étapes
Pognon, pognon et un gros Série Cab'
J'aime trop ma mif',