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on the south side of New York
I think shawty off the tootski
(Yuh!)
Same niggas, wasn't fucking with me last year
Trying to book me
I think I'm going insane

Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo

Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna

Come and dance on me
Dance on me
I got rubber bands on me
Bands on me
Pretty lil momma playin with me
Booty big wonder if she stayin’ with me
Staring

feel, I'm diverse in my
field

, ooh, ah, hit the road strong Fuck, nigga, I can't prolong
Go ahead, stack them bands long If it work, put your mans on

,

fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind, uh, uh, yuh
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz, uh, uh, yuh

This money got me in

band I call 'em tyre
My temple clean so I suggest you call me the messiah

Yeah
Nerdy raps I'm back with the illest track
Perfecting all my edges oh you

and probably keep it trill (Um)
Chain links, by nigga, popular demand nigga
My bitch pearls from the clams, nigga
She can ride the dick no hands (Uh)

While I'm

they nice
I'm wondering, Which one of them am I
A niggah with a suit, A niggah with a tie
I hopped In a coup, I sip on the wine
A little bit sauced,

Here I am being me I'm just full of sin
Feeling like I cannot contain the best within
With you by my side I feel I can do anything
With you by my

I'm
Freaky like can man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like a NBA jam man
Im the Sand Man, You a Lack,

(DY Krazy)
Starin' at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don't matter
Got my currency exchanged, got my bands up

I'm a ty-tycoon, that's

go
Young nigga in the Benz we pull up skrtn' every road
I'm cleansing thoughts with soap, my hands string by a rope
I'm aiming through the scope, she

Swerve Swerve Swerve 
Bands (money)
Swerve Swerve Swerve 
Yah

They still haven't sent us the fucking pictures
What's the deal with that
(Laughing)
I'm

My Songs

Fat Beats

Fat Beats, Vol. 2

starts, I'm in the corner actin' smart
Spittin' game at your girl, just to take your world apart
I hang with the secrets and the cats that paint pictures

to the usos and the toko down with me, South West 60 (Kers)

(You can get lost)
C-town
Bitch I'm on my boss shit
I ain't get the message, but shit I got in

bands in my back pack (What?)
I might pull up with that Louis
You know that I do it
You know that I get that (I get to the bag!)
Never tell lies to my

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

bitches I am a polygamist
Playing with my pussy, I am just that bored
I mean we could've went shopping
But what could you afford?
I bust a band in

with you, but you don't make me feel nice
I would go head fuck wit her, but I ain't lookin' for no wife
Body full of oxy cotton, I'm gon' take this for

I go sit by the wave
Down by the beach I get hit with the beam
Sun in my eyes, I get lit with the team
You know what I mean
I'm too cool I'm in shade

me on the spot
And Ill never get stage fright
No handouts
Star stunning and stand out
Know I ain't playin
I got some plans
To get some bands now
If yu

I'm getting the money I count up the digits
Your girl coming with me yeah she coming with us
I fuck up a check now my diamonds they glistening
I count

niggas go with mi
Yeah I still roll by myself I'm by my lonely
That remind of the way my shorty throws it
Move that only, Move that only, Move that only

on my Moncler
A band what I spent on my bitch hair
Ten bands what I made in my first year
Too bad I'm ahead by a lightyear
Too bad I'm a millionaire
Too