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fashoe they know I'm on go got 'em ducking low
She a pro she be on that pole like she trying to vote
With my bro if you wanting smoke he gone leave you

Yeaaah
Yeah, Yeah
Ahh haaa (Kebi Brian made it)
Yeah
Yeaaah
Yeaaaah
Ah
And i jus got another check im finna fuck it up
Lil shawty dyng to give me

Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Ahh haaa (Kebi Brian made it)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ah
And i just got another check im finna fuck it up
Lil shawty dying to give me neck she

really gettin' money you don't ever gotta act
I did everything I said, I been keepin' it a stack
Took a stack, bought a crib by a river to relax
Nigga

that shyt you mix with baking soda
Better make way I'm taking over
And I ain't staying sober
I'm a lil buzzed
Might show you love
And then forget in

Mr.montana... Mr.montana 
Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feathers gang fingers

a paper and mix up my flavors
To double the tree 'fore I see out the day
Facts
Tell a fuck nigga shut up
I'll say it louder no I didn't st-stutter
Lights

bout
Yeah
All I do is get to the guala, all I do is get to the bread
Yeah yeah
By any means and necessary, gotta get this guala
Whew
If a p**** n****

nigga that's Similac
My nigga sent the wrong damn kind we got to send it back
Low key with the motion lil loapy they ain't picture that
Meet me out west I

babies
Yall niggas too busy tryna be famous, bro
U can be low den u eva been
A nigga won't even get high witchu
Soon as u get on yo level
They come by

Pour me a cup of that yessirski
Ay
Here we go
Here we, hold up, ay, ay, yeah, yeah
First strap I ever held was from a old head (First strap)
Mix

right up in the lobby (sheesh, lobby, come on)

Uh, I feel like Borat lil' bitch (why?)
'Cause this very nice (yeah)
You can't get high like me bitch

Back by popular demand, Mr. Stay posted up just like the gram
Quick to break the bones, get the hell on, scram
The concrete I fell on, police man

I got big drip
I stay with the fishes
Don’t need a Mrs
Don’t really do kisses
You niggers be cappin
That’s all fiction
I need that land back, please

'm like "the fuck?"
And they say that I'm top 2, but I'm not 2, guess I'm the one
And those who don't know me by name, know I'm the dude that put it on
All

Light brown nice skin
Lil moma can I be ya friend
Hate gone come around just hold me down
Right by my side

In his pocket only lent
Ok tell him match

belt mix with Ferragamo
Percocet got me movin' slow mo'
Try to run off on me a no go

I use to look like a hobo
Goin' from door to door
So many cold

Iced out shawty move that thang got me like woah
It's a drive by in the club by the way she drop it low
I ain't switchin' for the fame I ain't never

Juveniles

Poison Clan

2 Low Life Muthas

1990

DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?
JT MONEY: Shit, I jus' came from round a bitch house 
tryin to get a lil pussy, why'know I

the paint like O'Neil 
Been had racks got no deal (no deal)
All these hoes know the deal 
Bitch gotta fuck ain't no chill
I go by Mr OutSouf I get his low

one should Dre pick

My lil brother bout to be a college graduate success on top of success my lil sister next
Pops made 60 lee own a crib and a TX

buzz is just noise, straight up
4 EP's on the, low, and
I stretch my soul just to reach my goal
Lit by the Weezy flow, but
Don't look at me now, this

I came in this b***h with a couple of light skins, (I did)
I keep on juicing my vices, (on god)
My last lil' h** been driving me crazy, 
I should've

for hit
Yo, partner, died, come out the score, and don't you think I'm out here lackin
Cause you know lil' bro around the corner, and big Grizz, he down