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lil shawty say she bad but the vibes give me broke
I mix match the fashion you know how it go
Aye aye aye
I mix match the fashion you know how it go
Aye

the roof
Rob me a pack with lil toni and zoom
Who got the who got the who got the wood
Who gotta who gotta who gotta juug
We tryna we tryna shoot out

a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug

picture lil bruh
Got to do it yourself if you want something done
Got tired of Marta I start pushing buttons
They tell me I'm walking too much but I run it

charge, I don't even need no bodyguard

I ain't no Lil Zay, bitch, I'm bouncin' back one thousand
It was blood shed 'bout that lil' chain, but I ain't

she’s Asian and mix with Caucasian Pesh in the building a special occasion paint the club red it’s a bloody Invasion you niggas ain’t throwing no money

make'n it rain
Need her by my side
Lil shawty my main
Lil shawty gon ride
And do stranger thangs
She check herself out in the mirror
She work them hips

nose?" (Slatt)

I don't give a fuck lil bitch go home
I swear to God, I don't need no security (yeah)
Can't fuck with me, you can't come near to me

Stop Hatin

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by

Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long

I'm learning by the lessons, plenty smoke
I can do it by the sessions I'm aggressive and the money my objective
I don't need your help
Alone no idea how

thang
Reggie Rob I do my thang
What if there was no tomorrow 
I know some days full of sorrow
Just gotta ball on these muthafuckers
Like you hit the lotto

alone cause the squad ain't made no punk
Don't try to rob no robber or hit no hitter telling you right now dawg
I ain't going for nothin
Mmm hmm cause

done hit this nigga bitch on camera, why he really cryin'

Get the private jet for the weekend, baby, where we flyin'
You say you know the gang, lil

about it 
Tell that motherfucker we can meet on the fucking back street 
We gone get them fucking blammers and rob him 
Coppers be rolling on the street

She said boy you fine as hell
I look better in person
Ain't new to the money
Nah I ain't no virgin
My ex want me back
But this a new version
I run

they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit

Cheesy Rat Blues

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out

1990

illin'
And don't call 'cause he don't hang with derelicts 
Broke with no cash, yo; I was in the mix 
Everybody stepped 'cause my pocket wasn't fat 
My

Drugs are on my mind right now
Liquor right by my side now
Something is wrong with my head
Need a lil some to fix my shit
Drugs are on my mind right

my ass and get bank
I had to sell to get Benjamin Franks
I had to rob to get up in the ranks
I had to run a train on a lil skank
I had to sock that boy

Like Que Te Pasa
She talking and venting
And telling me all of her problems
She from the DR
But she be up in Bx and Harlem
Smoking on hookah
Mix that

in London
Bitches walking 'round naked in no pajamas
Lil' homie ran off with lots of numbers
And for that, I'm gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your

then mix with the VVS
Smoking this pressure lil bitch you want see me stress
OG in my wood, nigga ain't none less
Let me just go give shout out to my

elements yk its no fightin 
Uh
Step in this bitch yea im makin it rain i came with the lightning 
Countin blue faces lil mama im stackin them commas my check