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him to hell
Man I been my own shooter, I came by my self
Yeah
They ain't on shit
Yeah
They ain't on shit
Too player for the games, lil bitch
Two player?

the names is hidden
Swear i do it all for y'all
No games or kidding
Sending love in return plus paid to ship it
Swear I keep real wit you No fake pretending

bounce out wit that mac a lot
I'm just living life that why you see me popping tags a lot
Ask my lil steppa is he wit it
Finna drag or not
Might cop me

shows, get a hundred tryna times it by fifty
(On the stage groupies showing they titties, In the stu cooking up and I’m litty)

I married the game and it

rolling tough and I’mma hit up lil boo on the boulevard
Save some for the dogs. She say “I’mma put your bones in the backyard”
Thank ya, honey. See ya in

Gotta eat
Gotta big appetite
Order sumn to the room
She like tequila and sprite
Know I need that champagne
A lil something to light
Put that ye ali on
Set

Ima get me sum cash rule one nvr trust in d game
Rule number two lil bih u gon respect d name
I came frm d mud lil b shay u feel my pain
I'm drippin

We gon' go brazy when I cop the pills
We gon' put cake, put the guap on your bitch
We gon' put cake on these bitches for real
Play with the bitch

I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie

stank chunking game on some late night
Who i'm gone choose her in that lil dress
Naw the other one with the as and the nice breast
Put her to a test let

me on white ones … on
AR sound way different when I
Put the fully on
We at school with tool looking
For a niggas looking wrong
Standing on my principle

Sitting outside twisting up 
Lil bitch I don't give no fucks 
Chilling outside twisted up
Lil bitch don't give no fucks 
Pour me up something in cup

Right here in the game, swear I'ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain't going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don't need me to spend
Told

blame game 

Lately I been on the road I'm state to State ain't never home 
It's crazy how she wanna fuck soon as I put da bezel 
Jesus cross around my

the ones who make me greater
The Judge put a Rolex in tay face allat time he facing
& they ask do I like people just a lil bit
Moose know we locked in I wish

Book me for a show and I'm sneaking the strap in
He put on a show and we might have to clap him
MC with them P's I mix tape when I wrap em
From the curb

sittin' around laughin', while i get my money up
This is not a game, tryna put that funny up
Been busy all day, tryna get this money up
Man I'm on my way

Don't even Son em
He know my hands a problem
Lil nigga don't even won't em
Turn you to a man lil nigga
Turn you to somethin

I ain't playin games with ya

you the big homie
My lil bro gonna take that risk he letting it rip for me
I don't care bout who want go they don't shit for me
Respectfully

with these
Thots and these bops giving top in the drop
Player by blood, pimp game on lock
I see your swag mean and that attitude match
Dudes want to pipe

the feeling killing ma brain cells,
So party times exccellect like im living in waynes world,
And the pain in my head getting crushed by a vice,
Man it doesnt

the world like the big fat evil giant
People misinterpret me I feel like I'm fired
Not even being super firing, I'm not the fireman Lil Wayne spassing then

are runnin' game
She gon' leave you in the past and then go flex for the lame
Like, I can't love no mo', yeah, I'm all burnt out
I put my trust up in

was good kids in house 
Playing games and now Trynna front 
I came up hammie down shoes on my feet's 
What the fuck is a band I spend that shit for fun