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ship
We gone pull up leave him faceless
Keep me a pack just like dora
She said she in love with my aura
Do a drive by with my doors up
Double cup twice

off white
Smoke so much the inside of
My car need fog lights
Clags of smoke coming out of
The gat like exhaust pipe
I'll let the gun shoot and
Open up

as minhas tracks, há muita cena pra ouvires
Escuta todo álbum, muitos temas pra sentires,
Carreira tá a andar em passarelas de desfiles
Tudo já está escrito

matanga naja Na gun
Bmixx ametajwa kijana you better run
Nation standing behind me gone pull up like watagwan?
Hukujua kufeatuture Bmixx ni risky? Sorry my

on the glock
Blood up on the curtains for em
Talkin shit on ig
It ain't workin for em
Caught him out in public 
And he knew that dead was Certain For em

I'm

paper, Like new Page
Game
I'm heart, I'm art, like tusche
Aye
Tryna be black version of bruce wayne
Aye
I'm nice but inna mean time
Count up my stack

of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail

For

Carson's Cube and Eazy
Rap is sleepy
Need that jump
So I tell em mothafuckas go ahead
Run it up
Stack it up
Acting up
I ain't with the contact so back it up

rivals
Thirstin for some vengeance and I quench it with my rifles
All these bars so bad got me caught up with the law
I come out swinging on em like

I'm Hot

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

TO SHOOT UP SOME HOUSES GIRL ITS ALL ABOUT WEBBIE 2007 I'm OUT CHEA AND I'm TOO LITTLE TO HIT AND I'm TOO BIG TO FORGET AND I'm TOO SLIPPERY TO HOLD AND I'm

Got beef, bitches gettin' they Boost on
They bring me that Gucci I
Give 'em a Boost phone
Fel feel the new song so he give it airplay
Got calls 'bout

by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea

I remember three years ago when you came up with that idea for Therapy
It was apparently

fuckin' his baby mum, in the living room, with his son (yeah)

If three man try link up and do a album
It's not gonna sound like this
Tryna sound like

a opp and they panicking got em like NA NA NA NA like he A boogie
Yeah my body different and its only one of me I'm the heartbeat of my city
Up it

doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid

Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could 40-Glock you, unarmed
Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with

fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he

am nearing tantric bust 
Take the master tapes and put 'em in a time capsule 
To time travel so you'll never get to buy this album 
I yell out of turn

being the flyest if I still haven’t made it above ?
What good is being the flyest if they’ll still end up leaving you for the sun ?
Give ‘em your every

countin' up my cash, yeah I'm ballin' with the team
I shoot another shot it go in just like I'm Curry
Like hop inside the ride, are you down for a good time

make theyselves feel real by hangin' with bummy niggas
Pull up to the trenches, take some pictures, let 'em clutch the blicky
That's why I be irritated

el diablo

Machine Gun Kelly

Hotel Diablo

2019

Ronny J, please turn me up

Tell all my competition that I love 'em
But I brought 'em back just to kill 'em again
Tell all the listeners that I

and being bigger than Earth version C-137
Different feelings, I got ‘em all
Society be changing my thoughts
I run around, can’t find my sound
I wait awhile,

', it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In