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I'll run the money up that's by any means[01:35.70]High top Jordan's open the lace to hold up my denim jeans[01:38.96]Sometimes I rap about life in

are not better
Do what you please, you chasing that cheddar
It's WakanDeez
Don't get it twisted, this shit ain't Minute Maid, this shit is different
I

her head
Over fifty g'z large
She'd rather be dead
Than to see her kids starve 
Many tears shed
Growing up here was hard
Taking penitentiary chances

They're under now or the one that we bring

Listen man I stay in the tuck
But I will slap you with my hand
Like I was sayin' "What up?"
So let's talk turkey

of guns and we still tryna buy another one
High off 5 blunts and Hitta Rollin up another one, yea
But, that's just we is
Niggas Neva satisfied
Chillin with

in the bag that was labeled Hazmat
65% THC, inhale deep, if you don't choke, you a G
Peer pressure, peer pressure, I got 25 lighters on my dresser
Yes

Bug

Southside

Still Swervin

2019

bugged
And I'm a thug, the hoes like us
Come party with the gang-gang, you gon' have fun

Uh, big G Herbo, call me Swervo
Fuck that humble shit, hit

G-g-gemma
Do ya wanna take a shot or drink some Dilmah?
I don't mind either way cos you fit ma' - hey
Oh there she goes
Long legs, small waist and a face that

G-Five beautiful scene
Burning bridges over water what a beautiful thing
Yeah that's my baby
I just copped her that brand new Mercedes
Interior all white

ba nkala mu pressure
No touch ba za chuucha
Uh

They counted me out
Tried to fill me up with doubt
By myself I had no body around
Had to get it from

Now Everybody Wanna Be Down

Papa Reu

Xcuse Me!

2000

That's for you to be twisted
And fall for the oke-doke
They gone say that
?? ..
So keep yo head up
And be bout what you believe
To be a star
Keep ya dreams

we really popped his ass up on purpose
Caught a nigga in the Zone, that's what got em murdered
And them niggas ain't on shit, dudy pockets hurting
We

what's in this wood it's like a four g something

How you fucking with them rats you know them niggas folded
I been up since four AM putting plays in

the Phantom
Hundred fifty thousand in Atlanta
Double G's, what I'm steppin' on
I ain't ever had shit, I want my racks long
Gotta get it out the mud, I was

Acid dog
Pass it off
On fire like a molotov cracked and spark
I'm not inspired by the new wave
With a new phrase and a hat trick
Trying to get

cared about 
The dilly shit 
Fronting for the show
Will get big daddy hit 
With the 50 clip (Bow)
To all my dogs that never made it
We're still her till

this happens all the time
You down with SEC, Hennessy, on me
Her mouth is masseuse, feels like she's missing teeth
Videos by Dr. T, that's what I tell

cheesing your soul
Cheesing
Just to the thought of that
Bitch I'm a witch who is saving the art of rap
Artimaps
All of that
Fuck on yo ex
Imma fuck up these

Two screens everywhere, I still run shit
Forty-nine-fifty-two, that was one fit
Told my dawg, he hit it twice, that was one zip
Off of eight,

No Snakes Alive

Jet Jaguar

Take Me to Your Leader

2003

Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against

off track so i'm a go stop
Rolling through the city artist ain't big g
Head so swole they their own little enemy
I'm so real i done gave right up
No

one day
Buh now Man's live in Manchester
Making waves they believed man could never
Swinging both ways L G B T
Making mad sounds that they would never

fried while I count these chips
That nigga lied cause we heard you snitched
Run up on me and it's a hearse you'll get
They didn't know I was a G like this

moving up slowly
That's what the rap gods told me
Y'all can't hold me y'all don't know me
The rap game Mick Foley
Ima fold green,
Now listen up closely