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to that money in my city I'm the shit



I don did this off tha muscle I don came up off the trap 

Makin hella money everyday I gotta stack

Got these

to go
In my dyke boots lil hoe
Could be timberlands, doc martens
It don’t gotta be cold
Wont lie to ya
Bought sum Dyke Chelsea boots
 wait til it cold
I

yeah)
Rockstar jeans you can tell by the stitch
(lets go)
Rockstar life I'm living it quick (rockstar)
First to drop is the winner in this (yeah)
First

alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon

to tha West

Well, Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca
The cute lil sista, with the fever blista
Said that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldn't kiss her
But I got

How Deep is Your Love

Lil' Boosie

Live From Dixon Correctional Institute, Vol. 2

2010

liikke
Go to the doctor and tell the doctor that Yo throat hurt
Get a prescription just so Yo lil nigga can sip purp

[Chorus]

Verse 3
I already

I'm Me

Lil Wayne

In the Carter Chronicles

2008

Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I

I'm Me

Lil Wayne

Best Thing Smokin', Vol. 11

Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I

paid by the hour aye
Swear tha hardest day was IV giving up the sour aye
I had no direction 
College I had no attention
With my niggaz 
Drinking hanging

(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro

Nigga, I'm clean

no fuckin' ho, yeah you do fuckin' know
Oh fuck i gotta go, black as a ninja call me Po
Not a low blow if it's me, myself and i
Today this is gonna be

later
You gotta let these haters

Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!

Mr 305, to Mr worldwide

me

100k on me, real neat
Yes, I like my hoes on a leash
Yeah, I like my lil hoe petite
And I like my bank roll beast, yeah, uh
She wanna go

Vlone hoodie, cost me 300 your bitch pussy get wet when she see it
After we fuck she gon' put on my hoodie then go take a flic so her friends know I

Rumors

Mr. Shadow

Hip Hop Mixx, Vol. 2

2003

of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say 
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be

[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used

Mr. Flamboyant

The Click

Down and Dirty

1994

you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that lil' tune ya was doin'

Oh yeah
You mean this right here

Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out

on a whole different road always on go I can't stop to my feet in tha door
No I don't break I don't bend I don't mf fold don't hang wit no Niggas that told

Sunny side up, roof top way back, I'm from the era if you talk too much you get ya face cracked. 
Honestly I'd rather fight, but I gotta stay

hypnotic (Fuck)
Call up ICE my 'lil bitch she so exotic (Yeah)
Bitch I ride a 'lil too evil so demonic (Go)
Yeah woah, I'll bring all these bottles out fasho

some of my partnas
But they aint
Standing here wit us
I can't even trust
My own blood
Fucked ova by my cus
Pulled up in dat truck
You know tha hoes

Up in this hoe
Yea yea fasho
Work gotta go
The krusty krab
Up in this hoe
Gotta go ask Mr krabs just to give me a raise
I'm changing everybody's life

to go 

I was stuck in that cell I was all by lone 

Now my shoes prada my shirt by V lone 

Getting tha pack repping 93 strong fucc a wackwood fronto my

Pray to god after i commit sins took too many loses bout time that we win
Wish i can call bro just to see him again so much pain

You can cry if you