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and Christian Dior, cause it make me blessed
She fucking with me coz' your lyrics trash and you cannot dress
Pretty bitch, come get hit by Lil Dyl, just sent her

Never hated on a nigga getting money cause I was starving
Motivated by the real ones who was humble and never forced it
I be with them niggas who tote

gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose's gettin' runny, they thought they could freeze us (yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' white

the hunnids I'm thumbin'
Heard bitches is scared I'm comin'
Show a lil' bitch how to get old, old money
Yeah, I ran it up as a youngin'
I cut him off he

who the fuck you think these hoes
Don't wanna go with? You or me?
Man, I'm the coldest on the street
My money old like '63
Just to get me on a couple

it, they want it, they wanted some more
What you think I'ma do? Give 'em some more
What you think I'ma do? Make all my dough
Go out by RABBA and sell

give a fuck if he blind
All his money mine
On the dime I whip the gat out
Handles slippery cause I'm sweaty
He tried to move so I'ma pull this lead out

It got me goin wild
Du mente du var 100
Men aldri holdt det down (ah)
Makin money with my shorty by my side
Ingen leker med oss I don't let slide
Å jeg

to my ankles
Bitch got me in shankles
Fuck lighting this candle
My mind got me so mangled
I ain't even do this by
Myself boy I'm so thankful
I cannot

et elle m'a dit reviens

Girl I love a lil crazy
Pick you up in a Mercedes
I wanna take you to Jericho
Parents worry bout her daily

Come take a trip

Thank you Fizzle smoov, what’s good baby?

I been doing this shit these
Lil’ nggas dream about
I popped a Perc’ now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets

can come and find me
I'ma kill lil' Roy like NumbaNine
Got a big 45, he think he a big dog
Say that he steppin', I knock his shit off
Burn his ass up

Manson
(Tetete) I can't stop kill 'em

What's up lil homie? On my double cup shit
You know how i pack 'em
Make ya partner double up quick
That's the shit

"Keep all your bail money"
And they tried to cut me, they scared of me
Dirty niggas can't afford this Maybach
Got a same day on my Maybach i done
They

shake

When I get married, boy
That money gon' be my best man
They know my name, ain't gotta tap in
We ridin', then we slidin'
Lil' nigga better strap in

Niggas playin' games like this
Shit fuckin' Quidditch
Your personality's a lie
Live up to your image
I feel like Kanye at the VMAs
I'ma let you finish
Uh,

bad, went to the plug like front me. Picked it up Saturday, got it gone by Sunday
Hustling ass nigga, every since I been getting to the money, I pray I

commotion
And I'ma be like this when I go to the tomb
Even when I die I'ma be having this motion
So much motion my flow like the ocean
Ask my lil hoe I be

I said I trust in the Lord
Cuz I know He got a plan
And just cuz I'm getting money don't mean I do it for the bands
Demon talk hot, I cool him down

I'ma fold up the stock, then we shooting it up
All bout my bills feel like Donald the Duck Garage in the hills hold the double R truck
Choppa like glue,

no scholarship
'Cause my life a movie she watching it
My life a movie we making a scene
I fuck with her friend, that lil' bitch mean
Both of them ball

Huaraches
We turned sixteen, carry sticks like it's hockey
By seventeen, I cooked work like Hibachi
Used to call Wax and he comin' with shots
Start smokin'

and make my money spread
Better spread them cheeks for me lil' bitch
'cause it's a commercial bed
Bronem askin' way too many questions
I think that he work

Threesome

P.S.D.

Clique

1998

"Sir" me
No, Biatch
Please
I'ma trees with my cuddies
If it ain't hoes then it's money
Act funny if you want to
Up in the corner