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though its legal still get it by the pound 
We get it every week 
This ain’t for the weak 
If she coming back with me she gotta be a freak 
Don’t give

huddle
If you're gonna contest then I'll pull up and I'll leave you pummeled
And trust if your girls with you then by her legs'll be a puddle
Motherfucker

This one goes our to her bruh
(Sigh)
I just wanted you
I just wanted you
I just wanted you
I just wanted you to know
You could pull at my show
I take

Uh, demand your attention
Black leather pants where I stash the addiction
Love her ass, she love the prescription
Get what we ask so we both go

mom’s fight to maintain
While her baby daddy ODing caine
Why explain come see why we do what we do
The hood like fast food just gotta drive-thru
Where we

greedy with the Fritos 
Better everyday I should change my name to vino 
I used to tell Nino I got a big ego
My life is a movie written by Tarantino

Only

much dying too much wildin'
I'm just tryna feed my fam and get by.
If I'm an example though what is it that I'm teaching?
I'm floating through an era

Alright, 2k22, „Traplord“
Das' der härteste Rap, den du jemals gehört hast, alright?
Wenn hier irgendwas nicht real ist, beende den Scheiß, let's

done passed all they ass
Now they hatin' us

Laid up on they ass, but now I'm back at it
In love with by bread
Bitch I'm a bag addict (okay, aye, aye)

of my life
I'll surrender my heart

Everybody's waitin', the music's playin'
I start to think you should be here by now
Now my heart is racin'
My hands

...we from Vegas
Young niggas
...... from Vegas
..

See I gotta keep it real dawg
You Know the feel dawg
When it’s when 115
We can’t chill dawg
Used

always fleekin thats my lady
Play wit her or play wit gang we make it scary 
Shit be gettin spooky real spooky
These niggas on the board shit be gettin

riding in the drop 





1970 going across 9th street headed to the pier 

Boutta go roll up get real high 

Boutta see the motherfuckin fuckin Sky 



You

Pulling up with the bitch of ya dreams
In ya honey dip is where a nigga beez
No pics but a nigga getting cheese 
Pulling all the bad hoes by the 3s

Real DFN shit
And I've been working on myself
And I've been working on myself

I'm not selfish bitch I'm selfless
And I'm still working on myself
I

a heaven
I really hope I get there 'cause
For real it sounds like heaven

Reading past the lines i just let go
Searching for prophets
My faith it is paper

It's real in the field
Don't come off that bench
How you raise your gun
Before you raise your fist?
But how you raise your fist
Before you raise your

i can tell
If it's for real about me for my girl
I get her everything she need by myself
She won't ever have to call no one else, ay
Designer on your

I can't spare no fool
I must hit all of you, I notice who
Think they feelin' tough so
See me comin' through
I'm pickin' up a bitch by his neck
I

ones
Yo, AJ, cool, I got this uh, yeah
Petite watches uh, yeah
You can tell by the swag I'm stubborn
My gyal boujee and stubborn
And my niggas trap hard

and kill you
Put my freedom in the trash
Like I smell like mildew
Cocaine weed and then a couple
Of the pills too run up on em like a whole
Real movie with

on 'em
Disintegrating everything and rise
Above the fallen

Product of your nightmares
Village of the Damned
Wicked mob shit, Son of Sam
Real ninja shit,

pulling
Out the steel now

'Cause it doesn't feel real now
Now I'm in the whip one way
And it won't slow down
And I'm tryna switch lanes before the
Light

Hunted by the wolves
My world ain't got no law
Until you really roar
Better get some done
This shit ain't the dawn
Ferous to the bone
Victims