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we throwing up them fours,if you my brother n*gga I'll never cut your throat,b*tch I'll sell 100 bricks before I sell my soul,I don't wanna f*ck with
Hop out doors flip out Lesud porta sell out Hurricane winds Thunderstorms it’s revenge season Sicko mode Hawk em down Chalk em down Need
stash but them my bonds Verse Industry nigga Bet not play with me fuck around get his ass hung by a tree Trying to figure out how created this wave I
were out I left him for 5 minutes and he got in a fight and when we met up again the police came in a van and took him away and it was the quickest
Beats by the Power of the Trap Ain't witness nobody this fly I hop out the womb on some fly shit Then I hop in my first ride Throwing up signs out
sell a ounce I just got some bows in and them bitches smell loud Better come and get em now, cause nigga I be selling out And I know she wanna fuck she
accent out Tied to the dream and I'm bound to get out All I got is time Looking out for little rhymes All I want is more As Amy sells on the corner store
pause Squad moving weight, here’s goes the break Let’s flip houses out in the western part of state thru E Jake Right by the new casino, word to Beano
This motherfucker hard, KJ Yeah, I walked in, contracts on the table say let's talk the Been ran out on favors I done lost friends They Ain't see my
the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God) You know I get the kilos Cincuenta por ciento If you are not bilingual Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore
land No sell out So get the hell out We do it our way Who gives a damn about what critics say Said we wouldn't last Said our time will pass In
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff Reading GQ
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff Reading GQ
Ayo, make my shit sound godly Like that Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda) I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets) It's all in your
Married to the more money more women Now I ain't ever been the one to pull a gun on you But you know who got 'em No I never sell no drugs homie but I
Big bucks, no whammies I had to meet this white bitch, her name was Tammy She lived in the Valley, she couldn't understand me But she let me dig out
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay You asked for it buddy, here it comes One two, watch out for the man in blue Three four, I keep
See I don't understand you Nor do I plan to Might move to Vancouver I'll sell my floating shooter If I'm not mistaken Saw you by the station With
if it's a smash, folks Doesn't that mean we sell out? Well, I hope we sell out! What I mean is "sell out" Well, you know Success is like
feel I'm by myself I've been to war nobodys left Street life I'm tryna make it out this street life I'm tryna make it out this street, oooh Yea,
sport I launch my fragrance called "Integrity" I sell the fact that I can't be bought Have I told you all about the time That I got sucked into a hole
daddy's nut And I'm bout to bust Pull it out Turn my faucet on Drink up by the cup But uh.. Can I ask you something, Whenever we fucking Is it just nut? Is
tricks, disappear like magic Sell it out for sure see what I'm about at my shows when you at 'em Rockstar so I'm bringing out 4 or 5 guitars just to go out
inside the game, it's too big It's a tight fit never made a bad song They don't come out of my lips Got the game by the neck Won't let go I got tight grip
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