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Turn me up one time
Cause bitch it's finesser season N***** scared to fuck wit me
They know that imma demon
I just fuck on hoes and fill they mouth
me
Cuz I do not know ya
I work by my lonely
I'm good as a loner
I walk around wit a chip on my shoulder
Was tryna get rich
When they told me it's over
to its Brittle
Pussy pop like some skittles
Coochie hot let it sizzle
Stay keepin it real by livin no lie
No lie no lie
Come roll wit some niggaz be
wit it i been getting to it ..                       up in killa city gotta keep a tool 
Killer rules living by the streets barley any peace so we throw
Can’t get into it a little bit
I gotta come correct from the rip
I’m not tolerating the little shit
I’m not the guy to play feelings wit
Can’t get
not come out and hang
Pop up and swerve on em
I just be curving them
Then I go back to my lane
I do my dirt by my lonely
Then I go chill wit the Homey
hoes
You worship everything you couldn't be, smokin' that Regina
Becoming all that you shouldn't be

Fuck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they
Aye bitch we litty again pop out to the club wit a 50 again
And this Bitch is so pretty got me stuffin singles all up in her titties again
We come
Fuck ya'll beats I made my own slaps
I'm one of the nigga's that helped to put the town on the map
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas
the terms chicks are like cars, 
Well I treat bitches like drinks, 
When I step in the club and by out tha bar, 
So let me quench my thirst wit you
unstainable 
I chew rocks 
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets 
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded 
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
on beats 
I come from the deep mobbing my mug on mean 
Duck when you see that red beam 

Dip low wit my ken folk we blunted 
Mean mug I don't give a fuck
sanders
Put my people on her back I'm evil
Now she blow In me up like c4
That's what the D is 4
Hit her wit the E
And now she wanna F some mo
Ain't been
jacket should come wit some patches
But I'm street so the blicky will come wit a 30
On that china wit work I ain't never been nervous
Catch you slipping, I
wont come to ya parties
Paranoia be fuckin wit me
I cnt even enjoy any parties
I feel like he startin wit me
I like to stay out the mix
In the crib wit
eating Yumz
I be addin up the sumz
Want it all even crumbz
I ain't fucking wit no bumz
All real live niggas toating and you Know that niggas gon go
Go down
a soldier 'til it come your time
I remember Boosie taught that line and I was ridin' for mine
The same niggas who I was ridin' for tried to set me up (what
whole donkey (Donkey)
Bullshit, slime stay on it (I'm a slime)
Stick on my side like my sideline (Sideline)
Pull up in your hood, that's a drive-by
and ya girl clothes 

[Verse 2] 
By the way, 
I came from the block and I'm bringin' the block wit me 
And I came by myself, but I'm bringin' ya bitch wit
come out this year
So I listen back cause the street is missing that
What a world we live in
So cold I'm shivering, slipping
Gotta work with what I'm
I'm feedin' you lead
Hit you wit' a bullet in yo thigh
And have you crawl off the scene
Yeah boy that's the real stanky leg

Yo If come wit'out a trap
(that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who? )
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can
it bac
By morning touch a zip come out that microwave
Time for that Pyrex young nica
Keep them hoes up out yo pocket young nica
Keep that pole up under

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