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I'm Scared

Young Thug

So Much Fun

2019

want wifey (call me)
I know that lil' mama tryna fight me (ayy)
I got slatt engrated in my Nikes
Oh, you caught a body? Doesn't excite me (fool)
All

nothing
Look up bitch, get yo face up out yo phone
Too late
By time you look up bitch i'm on and I'm gone
Feel the fury of a nigga who
So tired of goofy

Drama

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids

2010

punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise

don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
What's your name? (Oh he's Hispanic man)

Ese Lil' Rob ready to take them to the street
Cuz I can

send you that ride along, ay (is you ready for this?)

Lil' Tez in a wheelchair, but he gon' live (but he gon' make it)
Right side of his body ain't

Cause being born with his life's like being born with a life sentence
Young niggas on that murder rob steal kill
And Lil baby drop it to the floor for

problem if you didn't do it stunting
Y'all ain't hitting on nothing
Y'all ain't hittin on
(And I'm here by the way
Gota go and shake I'ma swim and make

I'm lil' Tay-K, I don't think you want no action (21, 21)
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let's get

boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for bumping
Ain't no fronting, always into something, no miss you can't tell me nothing
My mind is

boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for bumping
Ain't no fronting, always into something, no miss you can't tell me nothing
My mind is

hospital
You gone shoot or get shot
Seen niggas get robbed by the cousin
Is you gone rob or get got
Big shout out to lil C
Taught me how to scrap out the pot

h*e
Fake paparazzi, you ain't even getting paid tho
Look watch your mouth
Don't tell me what to do yea (Lil dictator)
I'm already making moves yea (Lil

Lil baby Fuego
I need you by my side
Baby you girl you know you too fine
Lil baby Fuego
I wanna get you home
So tell me when you ready let's ride
Lil

Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the 
We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because
"Ay you LIL DARKIE, nigga?"
And we

YNS

Y.G.

YNS

2017

Nigga, we ain't give no fuck
Ah, nigga, nigga, we gon' come through with that hundred rounds, hoe
Yeah nigga, you baby gon' be whining, that's

Lil' Homies

2Pac

Until the End of Time [Clean]

2001

Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, clutchin' his Glock

low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr.

your mask
You're not Sir Le'Blanc
Yeah don't try a prank
Joker change persona you ain't the protag
Not one not two but hundred
Yuh yuh I love my hatred

you a chain
Straight to the racks
I'm a warrior like Kevon Looney
Fuck around and breakdance to it
This shit hella groovy
Ain't a snake nowhere by me

All I hear is money every time I hear my phone
You do the math, 20 calls a day, a pack to 20
Ain't ever worried bout it, kid has always held his own

rich
Try to rob me we gon throw you in a ditch
Everything real lil nigga its legit
Walk up in the club and you better hide ya bitch

(Yeah)
I do not feel

to the destination
I want a Beamer black and a Bentley blue
A lil coupe joint for my mama too
See me with some hundreds and say nothing new
A lil bad joint it ain't

plot on the low, you spread the word to ya woes
Say when you see lil Meezy
Aye give him nothing but smoke
So you want friends like you got it
You Master

a bad lil chick she ain’t fuck the whole team
Ski mask she gon rob you for your cream
Tell her something she don’t like and she whippin out that beam
Uhh