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the shit that y'all been wishing for
It’s like Miley telling Kim K that she ain’t thick enough
Like Lil Pump telling Jay to get his money up
Y’all ain't made

And my chain go "Blaow"

I keep two Glocks on me, nigga, I don't shoot no ones (pussy)
I got shoebox money and it filled up with them hun's (bitch, 21)

the whip bopping shit
No stopping shit
Put me in the courtroom I ain't copping shit
Ain't talking shit
Smoke it till it's done, I just plead the fifth
I be

Yeah, can't nun hold me back, I'm on they ass and they ain't on shit
Can't nun hold me back, I'm on they ass and they ain't on huh
Can't nun hold me

bands (Ye)

Aint bout shit if you just talkin'

They dont understand

I ain't never had shit, run me up some bandz (Ye)



[Verse 2]

Uh, never look down

Real Niggaz

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

for me I'm in the game too deep
So, until I'm covered in white sheets
Shit is gonna be real, nigga
When I'm afiliated with beef

(Chorus)2x
I keep

whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)

Now trick

Been Around the World

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)

Now trick

Get drag by your feet like shit 
Can’t talk to me or sit wit us 
Yea we go hard we work meticulous
You gotta be real if you gon mix wit us
It’s only you

bro
Ideally love your cynic by my side
But to doubt me in front of kids
The shit that hurt my pride
Hard to accept but you'll sit and watch me roll in

Keep It Gangsta

Yo Gotti

Cocaine Muzik

2008

money stunting ain't no thing to me
Dem hoes saw my phantom coming thought I was Jermaine Dupri
Just hollered at my nigga b, I told it's time to roll

But I ain't cuffing it, real niggas never run from it
If I see you in the streets you bet not call me by my government
I keep it close like I'm Luka

sautéed, poor high class n*gga everything laid

Had to chase a bag I ain’t have this sh*t made

I been showing love now it’s time I make a way

Tell me who

Horse & Carriage [Remix]

Wyclef Jean

Urban Sounds: Hip-Hop & Reggae 1996-2000

2003

Scream on cats like Wes Craven 
Oww! They ain't know I had it in me 
Like Lil' Kim, didn't know they had it in me 
Don't you know don't you know, we

stunner, don't burn out the slammer with me and lil' Gunna (Gunna)
Uh, I pop me a Perc' and had half of two Xannys
for all of this trauma (all of this

So cold I belong ina freezer 
Bad lil bitch ion need her 
Fuck on her good and mistreat her
I’m in this shit for the long way
Flying them back I’m

gotta say shit bet he know bout me, if a n**** say he don't tell him ask his B
Killmoves Jones still lil Antnee, I'ma always be me one thing guaranteed

smoke exotic tree by myself, before I smoke a Brad
And no lil bitch, I don't want you and no bitch we can't match
I swerve and hit the gas
That money

dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm beyond, I pee on you peons for eons
I'm in my prime like Deion, I'ma shine

shit
Bitch I'm straight outta that dope hole
Yea I'm thuggin I ain't shit
Picture me rollin with that smoke pole and get ya ass hit
nawfr that's no kizzy

I be by my lonely
But to whom this may concern, just know I keep it on me

Got me droppin' back to back, cause niggas sleepin' on me
And I ain't

You 'gon go to spin, but then get scared and you turn back huh
I just had to do some shit I ain't really wanna do
Let me roll this blunt and sip this

sides shit
We ain’t into that
We ain’t into that
Bitch
We ain’t into that
We ain’t into that (Uh)
Bitch
Shootin up yo block
And we switch
When I roll by

Bag
All that internet shit be wack
Call me when you got some work or if you by the trap
Play that other shit because it slap
Fuck all that Internet