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N- this heater nine is always by my side when I be cruisin'

G- is grabbin' at me when I'm buckin' plus I'm never losin'

S- is sorry man I gots no

will 
I'm surrounded by winners 
That make my hatters feel 
The heat during winter 
I can't stare at poverty 
In the eyes coz I yanked 
its eyes out

Got my baby on speed dial
And she's always stand by
Want to go to Mumbai
Then from there to Dubai
Anything you want
You can have baby
Know that I've

dead ting like yours G
I'm cruising over ninety, Monaco this ain't the Grand Prix
I'm touring the coast
With girls they're moving scatty
Keep this quiet,

She wanna fly, Lets go to the Yams
He better run, this Tec never jam
She wanna fuck, She know who I am
Mr. Flex On Instagram
I'm on the stove, I make

Or just go about your business
At M.R. you can't lose
M-A-P-L-E
R-I-D-G-E
M.R. Academy
Woah, woah, put me down
Hey, are you okay
Yeah, just trying to find

look me in my eyes baby tell me what you see
Know I gotta keep it real
Ima always keep it g
Remember the days when I didn’t have nothing but my family

You gon hear this lil whore, it's produced by me
You already know the vibes
Got B-R-O-G-O-D in this bitch
And it's B-R-O-G-O-D on the B-E-A-T

V woulda did it
Man I swear Mr. Greens, I went by that shit once
If I can't do it times three, 30k is what I dropped
On that lil bitch AC, man this

Ay, yeah, ay, ay, let go
Ha, yeah, I got some G for it
Call me Mr. Run it up, give a dick, she ain't had enough
Niggas be cap, I'ma call they bluff

sprung on a this new chick
So no worries my G, I set you free
Your bitch came home with me
She just like my ways and I'm her exception
She calls me her

and fucking Kenz
This my '024 freestyle "Mestyle"
If you're on me you're on my g's now
And I'm not one for acting more like the action
Pop up and make them

Everyday I ball cuz that's how i feel 
Double double baby cuz you quite the steal 
Found a way to keep it g without the steel
Cuz I treat the booth

that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville

Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me

The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G

Some of ya

It's bad and bouji only
I'm tryna fuck em all I'm fucking ruthless homie

They see the numbers in me
We mathematical G's
I count my digits awake 
I count

in London  with your man that burns up
To the net generation raised from the quicksand
Reggiimental Mr Blood repping the midlands 


G.N.O stics with

often tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just tell 'em send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's
Baby seaters in

as a kite
Rapping on my door
Makes my asshole pull tight
God damn
Who can it be at this hour
Disturbing the peace
Can the knocks be any louder
Mr G
It happens

Family Affair

Cash Money Millionaires

Baller Blockin [Clean]

2000

it's a family affair

Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair


[Bun B]

Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's

Where niggas'll

over
You see, I prayed to God, now the job's over
Good talks with the fans, and now a nigga mind open
Now Mr. Cheeks, I'm a fan
Tryin' to hit your

Cession at da Doghillee

Smif-N-Wessun

Dah Shinin'

1995

killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-are-A-N-G
Some of ya niggas be tryin' to pull the trigga
But I figure, I could bust that ass just

We Will Rob You

Slick Rick

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, Pt. 2

2009

God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded,

Trouble in the Water

De La Soul

HII

1998

thought gets muggy 

We them easy street kids from Mr. Bryant's basement 

Wishin' for the Apollo, tryin' to get dough 

Now my time moves slow, ain't

You're the Top

Dave Brubeck

Anything Goes: The Music of Cole Porter

1967

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart