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don't understand you
Ten toes down is all I need
The blood I bleed
The stress I sleep
The fear in me
It's all by me
Vlone nigga
These niggas ain't dying

so a nigga just not believing shit
If it don't smell like water then nigga I won't get into it
Broke bitch go fix that
A pimp named like slick back
I

if your down come around check the super rhyme

We don't drop dimes

Come and have a funky time

Well it's the 718 and everything is straight

We live

yeah

Bitch get on my ear, yeah, you don't know shit, you ain't on shit
I feel like John Wick, you on some hoe shit, bitch, I'm on tip, I make the dope

Slime
You know what it is
MVP

I done been scared in these streets
'Cause my life was never easy
I thought maybe these girls can fix me
Thought maybe

won't let up I be in yo bushes
I ain't ever need teachers for bullies
Fuck a book I'm just keeping more bullets
If it ever was beef we was cooking
If it

the way”
 CHORUS REPEAT
 By Gordon Anderson and John Covert  2021 Copyright  All Rights Reserved

awkward as Shaggy

[Bridge: Dom]
If only we could make it out alive
If you feel tough
Bring it on
I’ll be waiting
By the phone

[Chorus: Dom]
Who’s got

cannot fit em
Don't talk shit bout the gang cause they rock Amiri denim
I make that bitch flip like she doing gymnastics
That shit look good but I ain't

grass
And I broke both my legs as if they were a piece of glass
Glass
Rib cage is smashed yeah it really sucks ass
Ass
Also lost my job in the middle

Can I Get A...

Dwight Sills

Def Jazz

2005

they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Making 'em feel, slutted even if they don't want it
It's been

with me
Trod safe, got to make it back swiftly
Don't stick up pun road, must make it back quickly
Broke money, don't make no money
So we re-up with cash

the yard, the pack was stashed in my long johns 
Say something, the Kay don't graze nothing
Homie got trapped by the feds 
 I hope he don't say nothing

made a song with no drugs in me
I ain't normal if I ain't got a lil' buzz in me
If I'm sober I don't know you, don't what's up me I ain't friendly
I do

ßmønder

Just broke my ice, now I need a new bezel
Just broke my life, now I'm flirting with the devil
Had to hit the gas, foot all on the pedal
If

It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1 
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down

Imma Put It on Her

Diddy

Forever in a Day

2009

(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)

Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We

black out
I might back out and go dumb
I go John Wick for my dog
I go John Q for my son
I got bullets tucked in this pen
Nigga it ain't a mic, it's a gun

it down
Checkers naw nigga this chess
Betta make a move
They don't know how I get my dough
Let em stay confused
I don't bet
If the shit ain't set
I

crazy, I go cray, Thats what I do
Ima tell em again now Free Steady
If i know that I can, I’m gon’ get it
They don’t know how to win, I guess they guessing

Made it to the top, bank account just like a barcode
I ain't fucking on a thot, give her up, that's the bro code
No money in his pocket, we be

spoils the bunch
If you see it don't do it bruh tell me why you picked the bag up
That sin got that kick and punch
We know you see it don't do it bruh tell

Cuz pain pills cant fix heartache ay
Maybe there's just more I need to take 
Jigsaw if you find my heart when it breaks 
Think I'm getting close, this

spread like fire broke your spirit
Though you are mine in every corner
I broke your trust by throwing lobs that hit like mortar 
Blowing up the situations