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Copper-Field
Ain't no jackin' here, boy I keep that bopper
Guaranteed to stop Ya, or ya money back
Kiss'em, Blow'em, Shakem, Throw'em
In my pocket, moneys goin'

deny
Cook a op now he pan fried
They want me to stop but I can't die
They all waiting on my drop, tell em' stand by
Keep it solid as a rock you a land

got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't

The man wit all the money actin funny sayin hold tight
Steady tryna tell us how to live they got no right
We aint listenin no more we on em now we screamin

fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy

of
It's still coming motherfuckers
Tell em son
All you hype ass motherfuck niggas
Word

Fuck y'all nigga. Lost cause
Lost cause in this bitch nigga
I don't

stone
Then tell me who's the one that wears a neck full of 'em
Tell me, am I guilty if I join in
If I wanna flex, is that sin
Just as guilty as the rest

off the range
just by the chain u can tell the big kid do his thang
u know the name, 

is that the chain
bout 24 inches is how low i let it hang
hop out

Tears up in her eye tell her stop crying
Her boyfriend got some swag
Tell that hoe to line him
Know they call me slay
Get it everyday
I be sippin' mud

more setbacks the club going up on thursday
Who the fuck is hot in here?
Tell em my name is Versé
All these niggas got glocks in here, july fourth, fire

Rubber 
Grips
Birds
Pigeons
Flu
Sick
By my
Dole-lee
Need no 
Witness
Tell no Lies
Do no fibbing
Forgive me 
Lord
Lord 
Forgive me
Real trap nigga this aint

want to (freeze)
Yo' bitch hit my phone like, "Dami, when you eat the box, say" (freeze)
I put the stick out the window 
Aim at the opp, tell 'em "Get

persona
He talking like them boys ain't like that okay let's put it on em
I'm spending all my friends get em right back Young Three I can't be lonely
Ain't

bitch
Feel like Weezy, hoe you know the boy
Hot, aye
Bitch, i'm so hot i gotta tell myself to chill
I'm surrounded by banks, like i'm Will
If he got beef,

See, when I leave the house, I make I sure tell 'em, "I love ya"
Remember I was nine or ten, I wouldn't even say that I liked 'em
'Cause my parents

is a soldier
Aim getting had by his swag
Cah he is at wild cause
He had five crown Coronas i mean that's boog
I well as might know what is Bogus
Ask

people want to tell you all there lies
Because there life isn't true
I think this might be a product of design
But designed by who
I look around at all

bars are what they dread
Blue bottom kicks turn em red (Blood)
If you talk against the gang boy you boutta end up dead
J-Bone pulled up for some bars

some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,

he be geeked
Ya boy said ya bitch be the one then you know
His ass done beat
Girl I can tell by ya lil tongue ring
I alrey' know you a freak
Bitch he

Tell a bad bitch better lay low (Yebo)
Young niggah pay my own rent though (Rent though)
Now I'm trynna stack it by the boat load
FakiMali, FakiMali,

talkin' right up off dat bone
No meat, no sauce, no gristle
And I got niggaz in dey place
I put dat on my pistol
Caught em short changing my stacks
Dem boys

Ladies and gentlemen

It's time to test the spirit bomb

In the trap with the press (trap, trap)
Whip and flex (whip 'em)
Brick phone in my

Special Occasion

Tank

Unexpected Arrival [Best Buy Exclusive]

2012

rappers overdue I'm like his hated
Bet you bottom dollar
You could place a wager, won't be saved by the bell
You an AC skater
Mirror mirror on the wall tell