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(baow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)

Bad And Boujee

Migos

Bad and Boujee

2016

(baow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)

Also Need gas for my issues 
I don't even cry no more (no more)
Feelings to the side now bro
No need for the tissues 
Sidetracked by the grind 
Grinding

Lisa portrait
If you drank too much phizzurp
Won't wake up till the morning
Old bricks they rep them blocks
I'm talkin' Alonzo Mourning
I might touchdown

going on in my life?
'Bout a 100 days 100 nights
Went left now I'm getting shit right
My number outta reach outta sight
I just move forward I don't gotta

yeah
Your whores come and go to sit with me
I wanna be seen in a hundred years
As you see me now, so don’t hesitate
Paint my portrait so paint me now

on the boppers
Worldwide show, I'm comming down in a chopper
A hundred eighty thou-screaming Hov with the bach up
It's too easy...
I got ladies on shoulders,

Chelsea Morning

Judy Collins

Living

1971

beads to beckon

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day
There's a sun show every second

Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today
And the streets are

Dirty
I been gone but now i'm back on
They been depending on me to come out of my sleep
To bounce back and go fuck up the streets
I'll be

na I don't go half
Its' what it should be be
A hundred na I don't go half
Its' what it is
Its' what it is
Ten by ten with it





Going for more

I placed my hand on a dartboard
You threw as hard as you could
I lied to you when I said it
Didn't hurt

20/20 vision bullseye disguised by your

stood
I am not the same as I was before
But the last thing I expect is to be knocked down by a door
'Cause I'm always changing but I'm like a portrait

Ever since you left i’ve been lying by myself
Crying only on the inside for my health
Ive been drawing Self-Portraits i’m liable to melt
Im fine what

I don't believe it's now or never
But that what is inside will come out to the right time
And attract what is already there and was never gone
Are

arguments and now you're Finished
Girl why are you acting so different
I'm hoping that this song
Makes you cry
Cause baby I
I just don't get it
Why the sudden

Stacking up this money than I invest
Keep it in the family like it's incest
Frequenting the places you ain't been yet
Now paint my portraits

They been tryna get me but I'm riding through the city wit a hundred angels wit me
So they cannot catch up wit me
They been tryna get me but I'm

hundred years of torture
A hundred ways to kill
A forgotten wasteland
Full of wounds that never heal
I am the death of the old times 
I spread my words with

Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'...

Bring a bag into my life 
Hundred racks by my side 
Bring a bag into my life 
Hundred racks by my side 
Bring a bag into my life 
Hundred racks by my

the gang, with the mob and them
New money and old money get to swapping
And now he's got a big stack of some hundreds
She said it's hot girl summer n she's

Tequila twist all on my list, or Hennessy go a bit brown
Mona Lisa looking chick, we were enemies more than friends now
100 rounds, go a 100 rounds,

Stripes on me like Adidas
Better practice what you preach
Still smoking on that reefer
Still chop it by the litre
Hot like hundred degrees
Still ten toes in

Oh
Ohh
A 100 summers I've been
Out here on my own
A 100 summer I thank
God that I have grown
Now how you judging
You ain't seen the full picture
How