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gone get richer 

Big dope hmmph this purple punch 
Fast money in pocket I feel like big unk 
Light up the wood by my Granny's she hoo say smell funk

lil' wasteman I gotta be blunt
Watch how you move, wins over lessons what I got to lose
Jus called up the Huncho, he carry the woods, not by ones, by

a whaaburger and some french cries
How ’bout a whineakin? You little sissy boy

God damn James Charles what you
Want a round 2 for?
Thought he had a plan to get

gotta know that chicken come before the bitches (always)
Point god like to pass the ball to my niggas (swing the rock)
James Harden down in Philly nigga

Pictures
All My Niggas Be Grave Diggers
We Put Bodies In James River
His Body Prolly Found By A Fisher

Hook:
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch

This is just a pledge niggas heard me 
I'm like Kobe in a Crenshaw Jersey 
I'm James Worthy 
Told my momma if I flop
Ima rob for the knots
In all black

yo auntie hair brush
Yo bitch a good cook like the way she work the spatula
Got that good good licked her lips she said spectacula
I ain't from

Jackson
All this drip on my body, fly like Aladdin
I breakin' the woods, yeah I been maverick
Plus I ball on these niggas but I ain't from Dallas
All

everything you do
She said"oh yeah ain't you that
Kid from the yuuuuuu!"
I said yeah! As I bit my lips
Hypnotized as my eyes focused on her tit's
I was like by

this a phase
A heart break on 808's with the west word play
I been far from Kanye and I be winning without Lebron James
Always comin' first the sex drive

Hands full of Paper cuts from counting Guwalla
Metal on my hip aka da problem Solver
Married to da game met da bitch at The alter
Heard you live by

sppecckk
And we know "big wood" from brush
And the real, from the puffed up
And all you "air muscle juniors" y'all stay outta luck
Y'all keep on quackin'
We

on the wood
Bet your last brick hot like wind
You got burnt by your last bitch
James Bond beemer’s cruising through
The city slums get your money youngin nigga

It's about out East
We got the talent, eating it up like a Sunday feast
Hearing from the doctor go get the priest
Cause as of now, emcees you're deceased

to play me
Don't do good with that 
Lately I been distracted 
Ma bitches not boring
They mixing henny
With that Tron they been pouring 
Ask Trinidad james

Bitch I'm flying high in the sky
Zoomin by heela fried
Pickin up a supply 
Need some drugs bang my line
Going dumb All the time
Give me toung Blow my

in our suburban city
By volunteers from
The Los Angeles Gay & Lesbian Centre

George Kelley was the name
Of the volunteer facilitator
And the first guy

in order
I was sleeping in the woods when Irma came
With my baby and my lady such a crying shame
They took my tax money and denied me shelter
Bought

gone erase em
We gone slide by his crib he home its vacant
Fatty Low got bows in his basement
Fatty Low roll a wood he face it
My young nigga whip out

a lot so you know I keep a flame
I ain't said it in a minute give you smoke like Bronny James
You in my QP smoke like 2-3 g blunts
Flying from the free

way 
But left coo on ice 
I'm w my nigga James
Wanna spark da wood but eye dropped my flame 

Peeped luv from the get go 
We can get gone 
Live by da

twice 
Only missed Japan 
Not too many places I’m tryna go except the motherland 
I was high in Matera like I was James Bond 
Gold chains on gold frames

at the center hit the sack

Smoking woods lumberjack, curb services cornerback 
Ahkie ozzy in the back, Facetime holding stacks
Balling in the 80’s James Worthy,

Uh

Running through the woods, I drop my nine in the snow (uh)
Ten feet deep, look like a pile of the blow
Had to choke a motherfucker