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Blessings are stacking up
Bitch I stay acting up
She got an ass and she back it up
Hit it, ain't wrapping up
She say she had enough
Pussy so good, I might bag

the love that I lost, all the days she was mine
Notes with her name spelled with little hearts, now I cry
Ain't afraid to admit it but I'm afraid to keep

Square

Classified

Greatful

2016

But these are the only ones 
That I would literally get it in with
Now I got three daughters
And when I tell people
They say, "God must be punishing

ain't even have a slug
Really got it out the mud, I'm a thug
Pockets full of blue strips like my cuz
Keep the bows in I'll blow a nigga like some crud, Ha

former good cop, what he worked as
Her rosy red hair pale exterior all he sees is more cash
Manipulative he's so bad it takes root and then sprouts fast

ona floor
Bright lights on-a chain got it bussing
Shawty out here stunting
I think I want more
Don't really do the public
All I know is that I want this

That's the shit you're not used to
Real bad boys, never comment on YouTube
Rappers wanna warn me
They ain't got no fire face getting bait
So I roll with

corner, hood, trap, resident and yard
Through God
I gone get it Boy
Through the Father
Fendi, Louis, Gucci, Ferragamo, Prada
Still have a lot that I can

Never loan, paper tag on my Mac
Gotta Glock in my purse, keep a mag in my strap
Double C's on my bag, countin' hundreds by the tens
Tell that hoe

like arcade (Don't play)
War between me and that other guy, it's an arms race
I feel like I got superpowers
By the hour, growing stronger
Bigger, faster,

Hate Love by LeTreez

I ain't seen you in like a good while, 
It Sure ain't help me put the kush down, 
 Left you with a big void, no smile, yet I'm

the ocean
Running in place, boy, that ain't motion
That P.E. shit, I ain't coaching
Five-star draft, got em jumping like Jordan
Leader of the new school, told

They Can't Stop Us!

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

beats by the pound like niggas slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good
Got niggas bout it, from baton rouge to st. louis
To cincinnati
Got niggas

by communists
Obama that could improve how sick i am 
conglomerant  diamonds shinin, show i got the upper hand, 
fuck the middle man, current

like Curtis
Meet me halfway
Make the load lighter for a nigga
And don't add weight
I got good dick for you
When you have a bad day
Let's keep it

for attention
That’s a fact fact
To be honest Ima pass pass
Wanna loyal chick
Who got her degree
Freaky thing
Who’ll be on her knees
Wonder why she bad

and burn it a little easy
City lights with bad bitches and good weed
It's all they ever let a dude see
I'm hanging with the G's and we attract a lot

tryna hit that's what I heard
Big cash I want bitcoin
Good steak I want striploin
Keep the glock by the hip joint
She dance on me she so moist
We in

All I want for Christmas, shiny keys to a limousine
Methylamine, Louis V, all of that under the tree
Fillin' up my stocking, bitch I got the Glock, 3

stomach
I got a bad lil mami and she rollin' too
Spent all night sipping while holding you
Yes I'm trynna slash hush ya lip for a second,
Go and spread that

shades and the classic Louis purse
This baby got it made, but shit, I’m a fluent flirt (Hahaha)
She got them good genes, half Asian, half Latina (Ooh)

account growing and I know it ain't finished
Toney my witness
Had the so many hos in St. Louis, you would of thought a nigga was trickin

All these racks,

and shit
And I'm gettin' money now, it ain't funny now got 'em big big sick
And I'm in a bad mood, I'm ready to spin with the bad dudes
She lookin' at me

That money I'm going to get that I've been doing it by myself
you ain't got to like me cuz I like myself
you ain't got to love me cuz I love myself