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like, "Uh" Wave cap got me feelin' like Guapdad All I do is respond to how I'm mad It gets funnier the more that you front (more that you front) Boy
little from my Uncle Hamilton He was a noble man Huh shit, we were the coldest fam! Deep in the pockets of every older man Younger boy, girl or child Took
trick me the jig is up Level up, bitch, like uh, evidently you don't Little boy ain't no chump Real niggas don't say nothing I'mma roll up my skunk,
If I can't get no motherfucking satisfaction We don't snatch kids, here we go nicknapping Tell ya in plain English, not in Pig Latin My enemies just
grain Big body sittin wide enough to take up both lanes I chunk up the duece for the North and the South And the boys with that hard and that soft in
mind Give this boy a beautiful view And tell him, "Without fear, now" I never questioned I was acceptin' Until she stepped in, movin' like
just had some shit on my mind Yeah Laughing to myself thinking about it all I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall Niggas wanna talk, I just
ain't never let your burner off (grrt) So much niggas sliding, I can't tell you whose work it was (grrt, grrt) All I know is that we put it in (in)
of frauds But I never pulled a card on the boulevard I just work hard Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta Be able to get a label to blast your procraster-
Smilez bilingual no cinco de mayo(Mira mira mira mira) Doing it cuz send me the AK ?? (AK) Reppin the O, tell'em pop a smoke in the face Solo, come here
remember I play by my rules yours I don't adhere to I make the Most on my Journey Peers Never commend you Jealous you ain't bring 'em With you You sailing
times y’all wanna fuck with ya boy, How many times I gotta tell these bitches it ain’t a ploy They been rollin round the block wit a bitch named Susie,
about your life As Hell's chariots comes to carry you away You finally realize (em potS) it's too late to pray Help me out I can't understand the way you
I'm- Robbing the dope and I gotta get out of here Hopefully everyone sticks to the plan No one my getaway, probably got shot So I got out that place by
Since them and mixtapes Knew I'd become a professor long as The lungs in my chest work I do this to breathe so don't Ever ask me how come Shit, that
get in double trucks, yeah Both of em' what's in your mouth? It's the VVVs talkin', I can't Motherfuckin' talk to you folks, uh Great big white, throw
men you've ever seen have strayed You're the only one I want to take my name Let's get on a plane, let's get on our way Put cell on away, don't tell em
a freezer then I called the boy by his real name like Vegeta did (Kakarot) Youngins hatin' 'cause a hoe I would tell 'em that shit stupid, though they
and their knees OsamaSon Yeah Go Ass isn't kidding, hoes they can get in Draco it can't fit in, tell em, please give me a minute Bitches on me, hands
work a 9 to 5, hot boy You should see me in the summer time Show a whole ‘nother side when I come alive Imma stay lit and out the way Tryin’ not to end
I'm waking in the morning getting my little boy ready for school I'm combing his hair brushing his teeth and fixing his food Tommy Hilfiger outfits
a bounce in my step All this water, boy in the corner I'm feeling like I'm drowning to death I bend it over, pound her to death I'll never tell, never
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