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for us, they Got for
Us
I never let you hoes take me alive, before I go, it's gon' be double homicide, I fuck
With niggas that's attached to macks,

it just like it’s cocaine
Get my dick out your mouth you is no name
And if she fuckin my mans that bitch got no shame
But I ain’t trippin cuz I been

Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come

Chemistry seen but unspoken my ride or die my lil' baby gon' slide

I got a nigga that say that he loves me to keep it a band can't tell if it's real
Before

feed niggas that's when they bite yo hand
I don't wanna kill my own fam but I ain't playing
Praying, God the only reason that I got out that jam
Pain was

woah (yeah)
Oh, Eddie Franco (oh)
My heart full of rage
I might go on a drill
Bitch stalking my page
Almost got me killed, yeah
Feel like Lil Wayne
When

Don't Trip

Trina

The Glamorest Life

2005

Take her on a few trips

Now I'm the daughter of a madam
Inside of a pink phantom
If ya man got that cash
Then best believe I met him
'Cause I'm sharp

Only Fuck Hood Nigga's
You Racist
But Lil Bitch, I Seen You Naked

She Love, I clways Got Weed

She Got Enticed By The V

Then Lil Bitch You Was Sucking

Kicks Lots Of Flava

Yella Beezy

Ain’t No Goin’ Bacc

2018

That hoe is not a player (player)
We toss 'em like hot potatoes
Tryna set my crib on a thousand acres
Lil' bitch, I go designer cray
I kicks lots

Lil Weapons

Lupe Fiasco

The Cool [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

'Cause the one off of dead soldiers hang a lil' loose
Where AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven
Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little

Lil mama got the sauce always drippin baby
Say dat a** is soft well let me feel it baby
Take them panties off and let me drill it baby
Then I'm takin

Swisher Backwood

Pi'Erre Bourne

Sli'merre

2019

smokin', I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga

Count that shit up, split it with my dawg
Got your bitch in the spot and she turnt up (Turnt up)
Geeked up

Get High to This

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while

[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has

Followed by hella rounds
Y'all know I'm tryn stretch sumn
OC too hot, Lil Devil tryna burn sumn
Hell naw ain't no one on ones
It's me & da Blixk gettin

go put that lil' pill in my drink
Summer time ohh, I know
But I'm still gon' wear my mink
Ballin like Derrick Rose
But I never blew out my knee
Exotic

S.C.G.'Z

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)
I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt

see me as no captain of the team in winning place

Cause I'm Guddah Raised,
Packing heat and selling rocks living by my Guddah ways
Bitches got these

know I smoke that la la la la
Get fry, 360 fizzi it help me get by
It got that bomb
Wish your vice got every kind
You'd be blind like a rock star
Leang

Most these niggas ain't shit, gold up on yo wrist 
They gone hit these licks to get rich
Lil bitch aye 
You ain't gonna get yo 10%, we got money

Pussy nigga thought I left, but I'm
Back na how you like the new OT$
Time for me to stack I tell my hoes I got that pack
I lose my mind befo I lose my

that lil hoe around to be her plug
Tax that bitch and she still let me fuck
Most of y'all paying and she ain't suck
I got a record for shooting my shot

him up with the Mac
Just like that
Let him know I'm 'bout drowning
Wait by his block , the barbershop and his baby mama
I get done with the gat, like

Has now got a trade he's trying to ply
So that's from there to here, and before I end this chapter
I'm still embarrassed to ever call myself a rapper

Baptized
And I Put That On My Lil One
U Try Me Its Nap Time
U Ain't Bout Gettin This Money
Adios Say Goodbye

[Chorus:]
Im Comin Watch The Shoes Cuz Im