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(Damn JK Hol' On)
Hollow tips in that baby drac nigga, Make yo ass do a backflip
Rob yo ass wit' that mask off nigga, you know this ain't no Catfish

he kick shit like-
Damn
I'm not even gon say that lil' shit
Cause it's just gon' sound a lil' corny
I'm with your bitch, you know she horny
She

Tell me lil nigga
What be the move
I got lots of figures but
Mister met by chance
I ain't said that shit in a minute
Finger fuck the rubber bands
New ARP

Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im

the man I don't got to brag
Pulled off with the game like a pair of some space jams
It's that moonlight sonata, we creep on yo block and I bet you won't

all on the dope man
Now we got bands
Flexin all on these lil thotties like

Pull up with the clique
We got your bitch
She suck my dick
Osha O Monroe

fuck what the law say
If you rob one of my niggas gotta pay
Bro t he'll shoot you in the face
Won't show no remorse he gone spray
Fuck around we gone

Yea
Juggernaut
Yea lil bish I am the juggernaut, yeaaa
I got family in the hood
Don't ask they jug or not
Ya it's on ya face
All over ya face you mad

head, well nigga lie again
I gave them niggas my location and they never slid
I'm tryna pop a shot, bitch, I'm reaching for his head

I told lil bro

rob us while we cook get a fryin' pan
That smoke is pressure, that ganja I'm high man
Cute lil shorty like to twerk when she ride man
She twerk, she

Jeffin' like you jam, DCin' like the capitol
Quarter of the Boomies, everything feeling magical
Hundred oranges, she ain't pop 'em, though, they in her

a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug

Never link none of my exes secretly
If it's beef with you, then it's beef with me
So if I die by the gun
And you don't wanna ride out, don't tweet rest

Tha Block Is Hot

Lil Wayne

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)

(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust

Tha Block Is Hot

Lil Wayne

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1

2002

from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)

(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust

throw him in a truck
Got that lemon squeezed, told that bitch to hit her knees
Told the doc I gotta sneeze
Lil' bitch, yeah, I need that script Yeah, I

It’s up!! aaiiight , im ready babyboy come jam wit a outlaw lul ma hop straight out the shower , without flaw. 
He don’t live by the code don’t know

profits 
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me 
Its fucked up you gotta live yo life by

you better run and cover
Cuz if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker

[Lil' Rob]
It's the Lil' Rob
Known like the mob cuz I be dropping them

with me

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill

Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My

Give a nigga wig shots then
Look for the next man
I shoot 'til the tec jam, then pass
A lord take my soul if AR-AB
Trying to rob AR-AB niggas asking

a nine on me
Right by the side of me
My niggas ride for me
These bitches lie to me
Are you gone slide or no
Do my lil time or no
Tell me it's real
Tell me

on my movah
Treat my niece like she mine cuz her father my brother
Just trying to do right but my head in the gutter
So if I died by the night tell lil