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a tool box, bitch, it's Hammer-time So excuse me as I nail 'em 'til some fell and Just repel 'em, I'ma kill 'em Someone tell 'em I'ma kill 'em I'm gon'
what’s detective number tell them ian do You niggaz kids ion play wit mine so I won’t play wit you Want smoke don’t go to the net cause that ain’t what
friends for my n****s At a hotel on the beach on the ocean by the fishes I wish mad tings, for my boys, harassing These bitches for the didgits I aint never
like porn to me (facts) We get money right now, we ain't gotta post no throwbacks (uh-uh) Location, tell 'em post that, watch how quick we come get
must be mad, or mentally minded You have been blinded, don't get excited By this fighting, battling, ruling Better yourself, boy just go to school
over with (that's it) But don't get mad at me Go blame the chick who wrote this shit Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch) But she know I'm rich (I'm
red dress on Get a head step on, speed on 'for you get peed on When I piss, I don't miss, shit Get mad, scratch your ass, and get glad 'For I, scratch
a damn bout who come wit her Oooooou so I can show em how Im living Tell that boy come welcome to da trenches Come here baby girl welcome to da trenches
don't) Tables turn but I'm okay with that (Fuck 'em) First you'll break up 'til you move on (Fuck 'em) I'd rather eat and get money alone (Damn) I'm
clean don’t need no tint Everybody watching tell em get like this Everybody bark Everybody talk See em in the streets they don't walk that walk Feed
You like to get nasty, huh? Let's go Huh? What we tell 'em? Grrah, oh, she thinkin' she nasty Shakin' her hips to a fast beat Shit can get real
that I had to go make a decision Pulling these plays boy I’m feeling like Brady Balling like Bronny you pussies don’t faze me I keep me a shootah he
the lotto I want my money now So I can spend it by tomorrow Get it, spend it, get it yeah that’s the motto If you aren’t out here doing, boy you don’t want it
that fist I got them hands Yo bitch yea she trans boy you tell her get her mans Don't give a fuck boy I'm coming up like I'm sand You whining you
Whoa don't fuck with that boy he a A hole He counting up pesos while they getting Karo'd I was out hittin' them licks tryna' get me some drop just
a check up on ya bae Yeah them b**ches mad They know what's up with me You don't have to tell me your pressure Boo I can peep it Ain't no sneaking
up on ya bae Yeah them b**ches mad They know what's up with me You don't have to tell me your pressure Boo I can peep it Ain't no sneaking
Must be tweakin' you better go lay down If you don't like me just tell me that And after that I can fall back I promise you I won't get mad But don't try
Just don’t get fumbled Just don’t get fumbled Ill really hit em w the blick like that All these niggas done got lit like that They get lit like that
Tryna tell em we can vibe to a different type of sound they ain't ready yet yeah yeah Tryna tell em we can vibe to a different type of sound they
in the bed and the girl's a beast I tell you, homeboy, If you get a piece She only talks about signin' a lease I met this tender, her name was Lori
problems you don't want nun of those I sell a pack then put em in pack it's like a water cycle when it come to smoke I got the cup, they don't know what we
even though you still hated I know you think 'cause this fame I'm probably jaded Ain't get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated For me, I
me, they don't want your dreams, they want reality They get up inside yo' head You tell 'em "I'm dead" and tell 'em "Get out of me" Will they try to rob
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