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bummy
I'm coming for real
Don't be, I'm gunning for Will
Holy smokes, I done it for real
Holy smokes
No, better by my own
Tote, 45 for sho
For da low but

dreads
Bitches pulled on my locs
When I dig in that pussy
I ain't pulling out
I pull up take ya gun
Just for pulling it out
Like you ain't going use it lil

a high pitch
Have tours bigger than the Catalina wine mix
Get a fine grip around this feeling like a Heimlich
Or I'll lose my mind nick of time Amanda

the bitch
Try to rob me no no
This ain't the side you gone find a lick
I was down was so low, losing my mind tryna get rich
(Ahhh) Okay let's go
I done hit

down, Mix the Drink, with the soda, damn my shit Crush now

My bitch sayin' I'm livin' fast, I need to slow the fuck down, Yeah, I picked the pen up, that

I was with Lil D when he OD'd that nigga reckless
Can't afford to loose, I'm bent on winnin' and that's on business 
I was feeling low, feenin' too

connoisseur
Sit back and watch how lil Beezzle do you
Make you pop it low pop it low
I want to see you shake it then twerk baby pop some more
And then I'm a let

Shook (Why)
Running niggas jaw if we get wrong looks
(Look)
How the fuck I could get a gun before a Job
I ain't have no money so my niggas had to rob
All

I went solo, I was down low with the plotters and schemers
Then I went so low and I found hope i'm with christ the redeemer
Go find your own flow,

Valley

Ace Deuce

3rd Wish to Rock the World

1999

to checkpoint now I'm past the border
tell my guy alemar to play some more
Fat money cause we in the mix
I got that white girl and that stinky bitch
Better ryders

Yeah
It’s 7:30, meet me by the Benz, yeah
She come outside and she dressed in red, yeah
Let’s take a trip, forget ‘bout your ex, yeah
You already

Cause she see me on the gram having fun with lil hoes
Tried to date a dancer really aint pan out
Guess its bad timing the safe low the shit then ran out

Everything theses haters tryna reach I got it
Say they fixing to come and rob me I doubt it
I don’t mix up in no beef I shot him
Know a lot of people mad at me

students

Reincarnation from legends beyond the grave
Bound by chains 9 to 5 designed for slaves
Changed the method like John Blaze, bomb the stage
Say

be simpin
N dodgin freak hoes
Cause im knowing my bitch
A send shot at these hoes
I dont run from the mix
But i gotta be low
Boy dont run into this

near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil' crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens

at the corner with it, low grams
Shorty left me down I was all broken
I said too bad you ain't got no bands
Shorty give me good top with it, no hands
'Member

a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )

I could really rob a bank
Just to make sure
That you happy
And enjoying
All these racks
Very true
So drop it down low
Girl you my five O
When I'm in

hit it
My children need clothes, if I wasn't rich I'm comin' rob one of you bitches
My heart so cold, when I run down I'm standin' over with that

now
You already know

Hey I got this game in a chokehold
I know I'm chosen fasho fasho
She gone suck it on the low low
Hey say my name when I'm in it
I

You know how the pagan chit chat goes
I like R's and V's and O's
I don't ever fall in love with hoes
Been with J through highs and lows
Push

Yea, uh told baby ''Get low and
Touch the ground'' told baby ''Get low
And touch the ground''
Told baby ''Get low and touch
The ground''

Told baby

My name is Lion
Bitch I’m a king
You call it a mix
I call it a sting
That bitch a Devil where
Prada’s lil ring
My phone aint silent
Bitch where is