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Runtz
I can tell by how she coughin'
Your bitch keep lurking my page, dawg
I think I got a stalker
My lil' brownskin bitch and I
Call her KeKe Palmer

lil bish

Baby I'm back in this bitch play I'm back by  the kid baby bash  
Tucking it fast, hiding the cash in the safe and hear 12 pulling up my ass

Check
Check, check
Huh
Gotta loosen up, gotta loosen up
Yuh, it go
It’s for real though
History grows
One, two, three, this what I chose
Years pass

some designer on ya



Finna look a lil’ finer on you



Babygirl finna slide on ya





Baby I don’t need no bitch to give me neck for Jimmy Choos

she a demon
I need a bitch to remove the in within insane for me
I'm way too young to be kicking the bucket my nigga you know I'm a king

I'm in

Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out
See, I'm tweakin' again
Lost Jarrod, I can't see him again
Now

I been grinding I been working like a Mexican
Boy don't make me have them looking for yo next of kin
This was by my OWN

I say hold on now lil nigga

by eight
Love lock
Open up the gates
For your love
Girl I'm running a maze
Entertained like a damn arcade
Babygirl I ain't playing no games
See

Turn me down a little bit more
Grrahh
Ohhh this my jam
Ran up a bag now I'm shopping in France
Begging for your life lil nigga no chance you slime

High as hell in the stu and we smokin on dope
Your bitch in my stu and she givin me throat
Okay lil shawty she dance on the pole
By the way that she

Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Class of '06 Mixtape

2005

the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with

to the devil
Having toxic conversations
Need a angel by my side
Having trouble contemplating
I need help with my thinking
Lil D from the Deep End
I ain't sinking

this grill
If I'm hungry you losing your meal
No you can't stay at the crib lil' bitch
You better go 'head get a uber for real
And you been talkin real

thought was on my side
I know you busy but god when is it going to be my time
So close to giving up but im tryna keep it together
I know lil bro lonely

serious niggas (they up)
But his nephew Tez around surrounded by broke, serious killers (they up)
Tez pull up like, "Damn Unc let me holla at you for

I’m fuckin with lil baby
Don’t even know her name
I see my future in her eyes
But I can see her pain
Got me looking through her eyes
Like it’s

an escape (He got caught by the feds)
Just sent my momma some lobster and steak (Momma good know she fed)
Hoe asked me for bread so I sent her a cake (Yeah

All these niggas say they for me only for me on the way up
Now these lil bitches love me it's the money and that ain't love
They despise me

(Indigo, Okay Embasin, whatever)
Three-four, uh, double-o, uh tTB
Uh, uh, nah, for real, though

Fuck what you heard, what you know
Lil' nigga?
Wrist

black
That’s what he get for talking down on a diss track
Ay Dios Mios, Mami, aye
You drivin’ me cray
You my lil crazy baby, aye
So it is okay
You may not

dinner
Im feelin like lil Nardo "Who Want Smoke?" sendin shots out the rental
My youngin in the back, he clutchin nine, he tryna blow a mind
Mama know im

to dodge my bullets bitch but this shit aint no looney tunes
Got yo mother in my crib lil bitch we finna make a movie
I aint want yo ugly sister cuz that

and focus my skills for other things
I took the steel wheel, I'm steerin' in other lanes
But my fuel on low and my oil need to be changed
Amongst all

(Wit da 30)
Bad lil bitch on my dick 
Tryna buss it for me (Tryna buss it for me)
What you got yo hand out for 
You cant get nothing from me 
Im just