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Mean Mug

50 Cent

The DeAndre Way

2010

soon

A.K. forty seven got them dialing nine eleven
I pull that trigger, you fuck with my lil' nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya

gotta take a walk
Bout to show this lil' bitch that I'm a dog
Real deal pit, I might bite, I don't bark
Point me out some bitches, baby, I can hit em all

getting narrow
Shawty like an angel wearing that lil halo
She be hitting high notes like soprano
But deep down inside she is shallow
Haunted by the past,

stay trendy, trendy
Gyal dem tell me I'm trendy
If it's one away then I'm spendy, spendy
Custom made then I'm spendy

Might mix no stress with da

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring(Hello)
Lil shawty call my phone when she want ding-a-ling(Yes she do..)
Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring(Hello)

Iwa-i-wa-i-wa-i-wa-i-was i-was tryna beat
Da case (Timmy Tha Motha fuckin hitman)

Heard a nigga killed yo mans
That's so tragic lil ho
And im feelin

Dangerous

Roy Woods

Nocturnal

2016

Can I hang with you? I'm just tryna hang with you
When I get low you turn me up
Together we're dangerous, well uh
Can I hang with you? I'm just

tripping bout a hoe
Give me a sprite bout to mix up the four
I aint stressing out got the pack for the low 
Damn nigga who that at the door 
Huh yeah uh uh

check just day by day
And i told that lil baddie, she could be my bae 
She tryna fuck so wassup, she tryna ride my face 
Tell me where wanna go 
I heard

the mix
You know that my niggas are dogs they gon' get at it just pass them the sticks
I'll never stop hustlin' till I can promise my grandson will always

Gotta leave soon might as well fill it
Time drips away shit I might stay though I said imma stay low key
Plus a dime in the back and the way her eyes

low-key, and mind my business
Live out the burbs, trap in the trenches
Every time they see me, niggas asking for them pistols
Yeen got to ask, know I got

feel a lil bit scared
it's ok 
feel this way
that's why you care 
and u start all over again

(Lucas Low)
Now think about the reminiscence when it comes

high let's fly
In a new ride tints up real wide

Bad lil Mami those hips real wide
Take it by surprise for night
We could do what you like 

We could do

'em go and snitch
I was servin everybody meds like a pharmacist
I get that money by any means
I get that paper it's coming clean
Every ain't always

chase no hoes get the bag and they books, racks
My lil' partner doin' some time by the time he released all oops get shook, pussy
You want some money

birdy
I can get wock by litre but I don't sip drank
Never thought my nigga would snitch but he did that
Cat Gucci shoes with some cargos man it's mix

the drugs ain't enough
An I gave her my trust
Bouta give her my heart
Almost gave her my love

She been shining like a diamond
That lil shorty crystalize
Told

now (Is the floor)
I need to slow down, cuz' everyday I pour
Got money, I'm still poor
I sip it when I'm low now
Lil' boy talking tough, but I swear

mad, shit imma make em madder
I don't do no roofing but im climbing up the ladder
Roach ass niggas when I see em they all scatter
I been fucking on lil

the mix
Pulled out the Glock, now I can't jump
We laying real low, nah we can't jump
Music is blaring, but homie ain't up
Laid out on the floor just cause

punch in my cup
I teach my hoes how to mix it up
She my lil boo thang
Yea she slim thick
Wit some ass and some C cups
I smoke so much pressure
The end

If I ain't the best that ever did it, I ain't off by much
Like the words on the paper man, in God I trust
Shutting down the whole set, kill the game

shot tryna get a lil loose
Late nights in the Stu y'all still hit snooze
Work work work ion take no breaks
Big bank by the case only money I chase
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