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Do not back down hit her with the dickety
Dickery flickety flickery cock
With the splickity splash and she'll pass out
a bout no rest
Free fall, God got me all set
10 Toes down through all the test
Goin back to back with my own flesh
Leap on, you aint gotta on this
Let it
yes we goin' all out
We stuck with a plan, them Thugstas boys made it
Now we keep 'em stuck in a trance, it's hard to shake it
With that lyrical
Aymock
Big C.O on the beat
Hey Yung Carti I noticed you guys were out for the weekend
I'm still on that new track right
Well I guess I could send it
Oh, Chuck, they out to get us, man
Yo, we got to dust these boys off
In this corner with the '98
Subject of suckers, object of hate
Who's
Hot yeah the summer some
I came up from zero so by
Default I am number one
Who left the gate open and let the bull out?
Hip-hop's bastard child they
If I'm goin' out, you comin' too
You're the third wheel
Yeah, I got a new wave
Four dogs goin' down to the grave
Nobody ever said I gotta be brave
Now I'm laying down I'm under the shade
Now I'm out of my
Big had to laugh it off
Promise once I fail they'll scream mazel tov
I never wished for a down fall or one's demise
My life flash in a blink my
a movie the way these niggas drama projectin' (boy)
It's a cold, cold game and I'm goin' Wayne Gretzky (boy)
Born the same day as Aretha, you gotta
hollow
I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
My nigga young Lay
Hold it down
It's goin' down
Like Holyfield and Tyson
This is for them bitc ass hatas
I'm
Don't give a damn cause she wylin', wylin'
(Drop drop it down low)
Here we go!
What's the good news, we're the league weed?
Them Lac boys, got 'em
eatwells tried to label you
And tear down all the words
You're able to recall
That's all before the fall
I'm in the high scenes, baby
I'm livin' in for out
(And I)
I have them girls wishin' they were you
(And I)
I know you heard bout me
But guess what's goin' down if we leave
I got friends and you got
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
What you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always talkin'
country folks can survive
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace
Had to take the higher road, did it by myself, you ain't tryna hear me out
I made the sacrifice,tryin' for myself, I had to figure out
I seen a lot
now, burn out the vibes lemme hear your sound
Get the vamz you know we're bout to goin' high
With this name we'll ridin' our pride to the top
'Erday
the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out
might've beaten the Reich
I'm just a bug boy you see
With a fantastical scheme.
So Charles,
But tomorrow it could tumble down
Exactly,
Let's live it up
my money down on rides and all that
Hook up the house so me and
My spouse can fall back
Investing my knowledge way beyond college
Write books
a Trojan
Man, they hopin' it's holes in it
Fast break down the court by myself, goin' up for the shot
Man, it ain't no contest
Never ever gonna fold under
Hey!, pick it up
This'll get you out.. of your head
China's heading up, by the ratings on a motion
She goes with a real head biker, he's
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