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right now
Feeling Stoney like i’m Post right now
I’m feeling Dope right now
Have em hanging by a rope right now
They be hanging by the head of a thread

a peabody
Tell em get his bread up
Tell him to empty pockets for me
Take that boy for ransom
Yeah
She said bae you handsome
If he saw that fucking glocky

'em angry
How you gon' get rich and forget your wish?
Boy, thank God that you made it
Maintainin' this life, you runnin' through Ms
Tryin' get

Wheezy outta here

Ooh, shit, ooh, na na tell 'em, "Make room
" when a real bitch fly by
If Doechii on the list
Then it's thicker than the Popeyes

the Lord, we sinnin’
I ain’t for nothin’
Know I'ma ride till the end
Till the wheels fall off

By myself, and I’ll shoot at all y'all
Show em how to play ball

of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo

We like causing chaos like the city

the ho, this bitch coochie shoot
Put my mouth on the coochie, now I got a coochie tooth
No Uzi, I got it, let me tell 'em what the coochie do
Uh, this

today if we into it
Herbo tell 'em what we been through
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I was in the field with my dogs
And we tryna eat with some beneful
I catch

and flow 
Oh no, hell no, don’t talk about that!
Don’t talk about bars, you rapping too fast
I just hit em’ with the rhythm while slamming up on the gas

(hey)
Hop in the frog, woo (skrrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort for me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate

Bad And Boujee

Migos

Bad and Boujee

2016

(hey)
Hop in the frog, woo (skrrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort for me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate

though
He's faker than Gucci shades made out of playdough
I'm spitting that raw, boy
Hot as a live wire
Watch mama drop it, then Waka Waka and got quite

is what you lacking
The real you try to jack it
I noticed it don't fit you like those fake Gucci jackets
Make I no put mouth for wetin no concern me
By

me the diamonds the dollars
Don't give me your daughter, cuz she gone want everything
She want the Gucci, the Prada, the Fenty tomorrow she might want

profit kick knowledge defy Logic  
I'm too Brolic for y'all niggas to stop it who is he

Its Sam D
They asking who is he
I tell em Sam D
They asking who is

assassin
I kill Versace
I walk too much, gotta Gucci watch me
The illest of the killers you
Can tell by my fashion
Light hoodie to bright sneaks
It’s all

I already know
Fully automatic I don't gotta reload
These niggas be snakes like the Gucci on my fuckin' toes
Got them drugs by the boat, and take em

night but I can't really tell cause the boy can't sleep
Boy I drank lean last night but I don't really know how the boy got kieshed
I remember going out

got flows out the ass
I give em gas
Brodie he popping them xaning knowing they bad
Told em stack this cake and by 20 we riding jags
They feeling me now

ski slopes
My youngin' got a PO close to him, he gets the deal
This shit is real
And mo' times it get ugly
Can't tell a nigga nothin'
Seen it all by

The Honey

Pimp C

Pimpalation [Bonus CD]

2006

in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo' 
He fucked the shit

my dawgs I got more
But we all staying focused we stacking up money
Tell 'em be quiet your homies ain't funny
Cartier frames with the Rollie it's

Gucci
Pack the pot in the doobie
And then hop in the Hooptie
We bouta ride around, throwing rhymes round ooh wee
Hate it or love it
Either way we the unda

shimmy ya, yeah, cannot tell me nada
If they acting fishy cut 'em up like Benihana
Fendi Fendi Prada, basic bitches wear that
I don't even bother, I look