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know where i've been.
(I've been)
All I know is I need a place to rest my head,
A face to share what I haven't said.
Fuck what I know,
I won't do this

might just die writin
And then what
The fuck is the fuckin point
If I might pass cause time pass while I'm writin' this joint, uh
My parents want me

don't fuck with them because they timid, uh
I see you talking but you never what you living, uh
Pussy boy talk that shit but he ain't blowing
You a lame I

CHI CHI 
Shoutout... Yo Tre Good looks 

Bitch what you thought? 
You thought I was gonna fall? 
I came up from Northern Boulevard where most of us

my pride
I blindside when I drive by
Don’t need a sight i’m like Iron Mike
And Ima hit em with a two piece night night
Better sleep tight cause you

popping
Flicking fingers
It's not that bad

What you looking at
What you looking at
What you looking at

S O S

Fuck him
I don't need this shit
I jumped

(It's fuck what she heard and fuck what she needs)
I'ma get money, that's by any means
What you been up to?
You be hating it when I love you
I been

for a while
Fuck with my girl leave u dead on the tile
But I’ll still go a mile
Anything to make u smile
I can’t fight what I’m feeling
Stay by my side

gold inside my mouth now my vision incredible (Ooohh)
I can see in the future that shits unbelievable (What else)
Yes I'm single and handsome as fuck all

Goddamn lil mama say what is yo name
Let's get to action and skip all the games
She in the club with her girlfriends she ain't gotta main
So run me

what)
Imma build this house myself (then what)
If it so happens to be ah mansion live in it by myself (solo)
Souljas only live once
Talking ‘wit god (bout

you niggas shook
Fed the bait and you bit the hook
So holy fuck, I'm blowing up
Imma say it loud so you know what's up
Now I'm laced up 
This is way

Look, My bitch wear a rag so I call her Tupac 
She ain't gotta ask
We gone fuck til 2 o'clock
I don't like yo man
He be talking like a cop
I cannot get

mic check one two
you know when you lose somebody 
somebody that's close to you
somebody that's probably not even that close to you
you might have

Always Strapped [Remix]

Lil Wayne

New Orleans Nightmare, Pt. 8

Old school Chevy faster den a silver bullet. 
Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin' 
Two bitches goin' at each other pussy. 
Top chopped sent da car

on it
So a hundred mil' what we eat
The feast of the streets, Cash Money young beast
Full grind, Cash Money all the time
Fire flame spitter do this

there's no striker what good is a match
I know shit is pent up from Petra and Ben
But fuck those two bruh let's go find us a ten
Let's run it back and just

got me fucked up

And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good

Cock-a-cock-a-doodle-doo want you give me one or two

I don't really know what the rap about
It doesn't really matter cause my rap game stout
They call me little pickle I

crazy, I'm brazy
All of these niggas don't phase me
Two grand, pay me (Cash)
I'm finna spoil the baby (Yeah, yeah)
Y'all niggas actin so crazy
I see this

damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions

the mega don drops
What the blood clots? two-six fuckin shots
Stand clear for the warfare
Or surrender, throw the white flags in the air
Yea, the mega don's

Fuck around and get paid used to be low low 

So come and let me know

How u doing if you are going through some shit you know

If you need a hand just

Time to go
Yeah, I got another flow
You might be the stars
But you ain't in my nebula
Soft white all up in your
Inhalers
What the fuck
Is you sayin',