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told that lil bitch no
Girl you can’t Fucking stay with me
Aye
I just hit the road
Just to get another roll
I hit bro said fuck it come and stay wit me

you really want me and girl you know I want you
So let's quit all this talking, bend it over let me see the proof
I can't lie, I been blinded by

bitch
I wipe his nose like Yea Yea
She wanna hang with me lil hoe
She wanna hang with gang yuh
Ion even know your name yuh
Fuck it we gone let it spray

can't handle my bars, son
So let me hit the stage and rattle up the cage
Performing pieces that can entertain any age
Travel the globe with the flow

like Roddy
Tv pop up when I'm parking
Ian really wit dat IG arguing
I can call my rich ass potna and he'll let me come rock the carti
Dumb ass nigga must

the ball
She cough on my dick and I think she need Halls
Let them start the problem, yeah, watch my gang solve
Cartier frames on me, I look exquisite
Let

Fuck Dat

Onyx

Shut 'Em Down

1998

Got the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!
So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)
So fuck

3500

Future

3500

2015

thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public

me shave off my dreads
Aye, aye... By any means I’ve got to get bread
A nigga family got to get fed
Can’t let them see me hang my head
Aye, aye... So

know give me a motherfuckin break, will ya?

shorty was da bomb brown skin honey with the dough 
found out she was a lil' ho but still yo
pushed up

one, no, that is not for me
Time is money, waste my time, I'll rob your pockets clean
Lil boys be mad over money, hoes, then call it beef
In my circle,

move
If they gon' come for my ice
It's gon' be a murda
Straight up to your face
Like ball on the court
Lets see whos really a shooter
Lets see whos

the navy do
We gon send these bullets lil nigga like Brady do
I be on my ten so you know I ain't tripping dude
RIP my nigga tray let me catch a nigga dissin

Tell What its Like
Staying up all night
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch i'm off that kill
I, I, I
Mix it in the sprite
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That shit got me gone

I did alot of shit
I just hope that God forgive me
When I die and see them gates
I hope he don't forbid me
And if you try to rob me, pussy boy
You

Bad Ways

Too Short

The Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 1: Ride or Die

1999

in the eastside of San Pedro Park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days,
My mother love

can't just be therapeutic for me when it was always meant for you
Self care

Ayo Clark, let's switch it up on 'em one time
Let's take 'em to church!

Yeah

double take,

She give me fresh fries with that shake,
css on lil Debbie that's cakes,
It's like we fuss and fight all day,
Cause she know the makeup sex

trenches, don't let niggas touch your plate
Safe guard your faith, the devil tryna get with me like everyday
My momma say, "It's different when you be popping

mix match that designer
That lil nigga ain't even see me so I crept up right behind em
Yo bitch say she wanna eat me fuck I look like tryna deny her

the sunshine
I don't want the fame I just want the prize
Let me get a burger with a side of fries
I'm sorry for all my lies
I really just had to put

Pass Me By

Insane Clown Posse

The Great Milenko

1997

goin back to wonder why. 

[Chorus (2x)]
We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no

Big Ballin'

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

I'm cut up by White Mike
Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin' me is a beautiful night
That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by candy gloss

fish fry 
T-Dot where mans move sicker than a shit fly
Skip by your whole tape, shit was trash-made
Now I use it for my ashtray
Fast play slow runners is