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On some Mr Kyle shit 
Luv My wife an children 
So somethin gotta start givin
I got the vision 
And ya haters got ya mission 
Keep on swinging an missing

On some Mr Kyle shit 
Luv My wife an children 
So somethin gotta start givin
I got the vision 
And ya haters got ya mission 
Keep on swinging an missing

I'm still growing
Still smoke by the O
Guess I'm still blowing
I left Starkville went back home to Pensacola
Damn
Doesn't it feel good to be around yo

Boy Trimm
Mr. Trimm in this bitch

Turn me up a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Yeah yeah yeah

Risk nigga
Why we out here takin risk
They laughing like they

by hydropower
Deflower ya lil sister, tell ya mom's I miss her
Like Jack Rizzo a rip ya
Meet me under the lights, Finless Brown believe the hype
We

the May gov
Fire myself so I find myself
Then I mind myself, then I make it, uh
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Get the fuck away from me)

Yeah, lil niggas getting

Rollin

Grimm

Houston Hard Hitters, Vol. 5 [#1]

2001

restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop

like a damn sprayground
I'm dropping hella singles they like they wanna here the tape now

Day by day I'm getting back my vision
Had some short circuit

im mr right, 

Ya u ms right now 
Maybe u should lie down 

Give you dick right now, 
You rappers needa pipe down

Rappers needa pipe now,
Cuz I

with Frankenstein stitches
I grab bitches by the butt, give them a pain fuck

Stuck up against the wall with their arms and legs stuck like King Tut
I

Ain’t really gave a fuck, bounced back, got my neck on ice
Now if you hang up, no excuses, I need neck all night
Ou, hah, it’s Lil Sleepy Sleep
Money

up 
Don't care bout 
Ya uncle ya brother ya cousin 
Nigga i'm dumping 
Back in the stu 
Turn me up on the speaker 
Shutout Mrs.G 
She was more than

the world like Mr. Carter
Then come back home, give em 4000 minutes of hell
Like a thousand lil herbs
I'm absurd
They say the bird is the word
Bitch I'm great

Hey Mr. Dinero
Tryna Patek the wrist, make the racks flip
Imma go hard, I’m never gon quit
Ain’t talkin' Roddy, I’m tryna get Ricch
Yeah, want

with me bae
Rock wit me
But Ima tell you how Ima do it
I come a lil different
Look
I'm gone fuck you in the kitchen, over by the stove
Stuff it all in yo

fuck it then my bitch be big mad
Two chandeliers by the back and the front door
Got two cribs
One home one for the dope
Glock 19 with a beam

out of sight
Out of state license plate, think they got a foreigner
Lil Wayne help me out, it's Mrs. officer
He let her cuff him if I got it understood

address 
I stepped outside, you tried to Goto the car
That make yo ass hoe, you wanna take it to far
I had your lil bitch, smoking dick, Cuban cigar 
You

'm
Sorry Mrs anderson, but, damn
You gon' have to wait until the drop hit's
I forgot to take my vitamins
But didn't forget to smoke yeah, ayy
Making time for

'm seeing more frowns
On the come up like the Browns
Better be known by the town
Brother said I'm gonna be the best
How about now
I'm swagking and I

'm straight, my n**** (ok)
Yea, I'm getting cake, my n**** (ok)
These dudes still fake, my n****
Why call me Mr. Fake when I'm a fuckin' great
Wordplay ball so

for some lead
Lemme feed you up lil boy but I ain't breaking bread
I know what you hungry for, finna fill it in your head
Let me load up my nine

game
Cuz they up 4 to 3
Ty got my back 
And he swore to me

I know to do better
Cuz my senses are keen
I put hours in the math lab
With Mr. Vereen
I

a problem, nigga, let's solve it
Want the smoke like Smaug, better run off, lil' hobbit
On go like Russians, think I got no bullets, bitch, I got dozens