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that hoe sit on my lap you know this coupe ain't got no leg room
Shawty got ass no cap, can't wait to see how it look when it's bouncing
Put that lil hoe

Glock, go pop, to relieve all stress
It's your boy Lil Tyte, I'm the best
Also known for putting souls to rest
Had me a clip, so I bought a Glock
Don't

If you can't take the heat, then stay out the kitchen
I keep the heat, yeah I gotta ride around wit it
And if you start somethin' boy betta finish

Yall Hoes ain't hitting on nothing
Got a lil money so let's do a lil something
I ain't gota problem with just doing it for the hundreds
But I gotta

I'm hunting for self development fuck favors in disguise
I break the fucking shackles call me Django of rap
I'm bringing her back
I'm bringing her back

it they copied that
Suit and tie wit the Chelsea boots
I told the lil bitch I brought sexy back
I told her to stop it she grind on my Gucci belt
While

the force like Obi Wan Kenobi
Where Zack be at like my name Cody (Go)
Stop it, lil' nigga, you know me
Half of the time, these niggas be fried
Talk out cho

a young nigga strapped by the scene
Jackson Elvis
Money holding in the skinny jeans
Tryna rob me its got be a scene
Niggas tripping even off of lean
She gon

on back on my own likeness
Niggas stealing shit
Shit make niggas grab they bitch
She bringing drinks over
This that shit man
This that shit that they start

I'm in the coupe
I'm going the back
I'm getting this bag
My niggas got racks
I stay in the back that's facts
Lil shawty she fuck with these bracks
I'm

on this money man
I just don't see it
So it's on to the next one
I think I'll hit Pat
The nigga's shit strong
Make a nigga fall back
Pat hit me back
Wanna

what it is
You already know I'm down for whatever
He say he a stepper but I step a lil better
I keep me a Drizzy its tucked in my sweater
And I'm fucking

gone rob
Or you doing time
Homie gotta get it back ina week
Niggah if you shy
Then you can't grind
Lil niggah never ever see the cake
Either you wit us

Fire Squad Fast Money shit
Yeee
My nigga Smoove done made it home nigga
Boss Wood
Ya
I'm back up in the spot and 'm ready for mortal combat
Looking

Yeah
Ain't no foolin me no mo
A n***a Still Stackin'
Treyo snapped
Yah heard me
Damn ain't no foolin me lil baby
All I did was keep it real why you

Drop em at his porch so his mom seen it
Circle tighter than her skinny jeans 
Broke her back, put it in her spleen
Gave her back when she suck the team

it back
Cuz a nigga rocking, (Throw ThaT ahh back)
Turning up there ain’t no turning back
I’m the litty doctor
Tell them Oes ion wanna chat
I’m tryna

leave it in the past
Put it to the side ima get in my bag
Gotta let go we not bringing that back
Haters in my distance, ima leave’m where they at
Wanna

you ain't bringing in no chili Then you can kick rocks
I'm tired of all that talking lil baby Took that ass up
I'm in love with the pussy just like It's

make this shit look light

Now I'm back up in Miami, bringing in the New Year
I'm surrounded by family, mane I almost shed a tear
And I'm never ever

the waves of my emotion
cnchored by the hope that I can change
Meanwhile, all of my thoughts bringing me down
Try and plan it out, hit a decline
Thinkin' now

Intro:
Breaking records and generational curses
Dating back before my dreams became so big they made me nervous
Fast forward to when open mics

a break
Garbage-ass niggas wanna be fake villains and put me back in
Y'all know what time it is
It can only be one villan
I'm about to hurt their feelings

New Agenda

Janet Jackson

Janet.

1993

nothing but an "us" thing
Rewind back to the time
Where the color of our mother, had 'em call it a crime
Brother, what in the world? And the world says