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it)
Even though you on papers, gotta keep a gun, brodie, don't drive crazy (let's get it)
I just beat the same gun case with the same lawyer that Nine

roarin scrrr
That bitch gon ice me out I broke er neck these hoes boring
I'm onna west but bitch I'm plugged onna east wit it "East"
Don't send yo Lo lil

yea thats my lil nerd 
Ain't no cryin in the club we leave that  lame shit for the birds 

You want the truth
I ain't gon lie
Lil momma cool
Lil momma

it's just me and me
And my fifth baby mama (and my fifth baby mama)
You don't want no problems, got that .45 up in this bitch
That motor stopper (that

Block Burner

The Hot Boys

Get It How U Live!

1997

featuring Lil Wayne 
Verse 1: (lil wayne) 
Ha ha ha ha check it 
Its me that's creepin through the back 
And the black on black 
Lil soldier

to stress and depress when the rent due
Don't give a fuck if he rich i'm da shit too
Don't give a fuck what he say that's my bitch too
Feeling almighty i'm

Hanging wit la Cle we locked in this shit like family ties 
Play wit any one we love 

Cle
Leaving you in hog ties 
You and any nigga by 
We don't need no

a dame much hotter than a flame 
We don't give a damn, them tones never jam
Got love for my fam niggas weigh it by the gram
The chevy or the lam, the fresh

shorty
When I do my grind
Got her feelin' like, "Fuck that nigga"
Lil' hottie gon' bust that trigger
I, ayy, ayy
Yeah
I make her squirt, make her

don't Trust these n***** they don't act right 
She told me she a freak I said that's right
I'm signed to FME we finna take flight 
Been through

that they got her (Unh unh)
Don't get that shit twisted cuz this one hit different
I'm coming wit killers and lifers (Yea)
Go to work just to make it my

(Vlex, stop playing)
(Damn)
Shot that nigga all across the field, he got a touchdown
Humbling myself, lil' bitch, don't need a bustdown
Knew that

lil nigga I don't play
George
You cross me just know that's the day
George 
Your life will be exchanged for
George

got faith, they judge by glasses
Eight RPM in the dashes
I don't wanna work for the masters
Half of the money I get is my masters (Ayy)
Let's meet over

riding but I know they lying, all these feelings I been tryna hide them
N***** hating On me I don't mind them cause they know that I'm up and I'm grinding

Great John on the beat by the way

Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever so let's seize the day
Run

(wylin'), on timin', before they see me, they see diamonds
I heard your lil' diss, it was garbage
When I'm in the spot, nigga, play Billie Eilish (yeah)
We

lil nigga
Young turn't lil (what)
You know that he like that, I was never stupid
I don't fall in love, baby I ain't cupid
Waka flocka, oh let's do

and get sky high
Smoking spinach just like Popeye
Walk him down don't do drive-by's
All on his neck like a bow tie
Why do they hate I do not know why
I'm

the vote
But they don't wanna change the rules
They just blame the shit on us
And then play victim on the news

There's been nights that I been faced with

did it again)
Yeah I’m under pressure 
Don’t make the right move soon I could end up either dead or on a stretcher
Yeah I’m under pressure
Ain’t no

play by the rules aye
Bitch I keep I tool wit me
And I got these bands hoe
She don't wanna lose me
But I don't understand oh
These drugs I abuse
Then I

on the track
One to beat but don't tell where I'm at
I'm doing fine, on the road speeding by
I'm, on my own feeding time

Like the pressure rose
I'm the next

up with em
I see why pops tried keeping me inside aye
But that ain't work
My niggas don't play about me make them choppers twerk
My bitches gone pray