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Yeah its a vibe


Birds on the trap black wings too shiny 

Fethers are too sharpy 

That’s that 


Hey my lil showty ,Im the club you know where

This that cloud nine music, Jason Nero put the record on
Party slippin' by the red light, oh there he go
Mask on, creep up, then we drive slow
Ain't

then I'm up with the clouds
I know you're hoping I would stop by
But I have my own doubts
Maybe we could skip the foreplay
Take the party to couch

Yeah,

not around
Your brother hurting, he don't say it, but I know he's down
But he doing his thing, this rapping shit, just to make you proud
Can't lie, this

We ain’t even really get it started
Party hardly pull up in a Harley
Wish I was living when Marley did
If you don’t understand I’m sorry kids
You

As I’m clouded with Black Sour in my speakers
Fumes breathe in the shrubbery
I’m pondering if this life has
Had enough of me
Thoughts that run

When i swing the hits i bet they black like tyson hitting eyes,
Like they slipped and told me bout the party im just not surprised,
Most these niggas

it's gangsta party
Living for the thrill and rush,
Kick s*** Jackie , like Chris tuck
Cutting up with my n**gas
Like nip tuck
We so T'd up like Lipton

in that frog-eye like I got mob ties
Don't give me them dog eyes
No we ain't pullin' up to your party 'cause we heard that it's all guys
Ran outta lean

bag, sick track
Bro wanna die, where the list at?
Finna get a get back
He white, finna be beat black
This ain't stop, come in with the Glock
Get his ass

bullsh*t it's over
Ugh 
And the Charlie got you Hardy dippin' fingers at a party
Slingin pingas 
Snippin Yandi
Huh
And here we are 
Ya caught me by the bar
I

People Ever Ask You?

Mac Mall, The Confident One

Young Black Brotha Records: Greatest Hits, Vol. 1

2003

Check one two. 
(Uh) 
Check check one two. 
Hot shit. 
(Oh yea) 
(Uh) 
Young Black Brotha hot shit. 
(What?) 
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh.

like Offset
So non stop, hasta que pongan mi cara en la Forbes
BGK es MMA, con outfit para Complex

Yo si juego, juego solo para ganar
No hay 5 ceros?

Big Bank

Cognito

Tru Cognizance

[Hook: repeat 4X]
We got big bank, big rank
walkin through the club like my shit don't stank

[Verse One]
Remember back in the day we used

for they party
We made it in America, Minari
So stop feeling sorry
You made it out the safari
Into the limelight looking all starry
Look at all these

topping your
Pompous elitist party
Have them all chanting 'Next rhyme, please'

Don't bring those great supine
Protoplasmic invertebrate jelly rhyme schemes

Queens Thevin' niggas done son
Them fools bleed just like us Uhh
So welcome to the Kumate

Lately I’v been black and ball
We ain't serving catfish
I just

to crash
Yo party
ooo ow aw
Now gimmie da mike and let me blow da block up
It's out with the new, in with the old
School with the boys with the black kangol