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Baila baila baila, baila baila baila
Dance dance dance, dance dance dance
Baila baila baila, baila baila baila

Verse two, I feel disrupt
By these hoes

and now I'm on my leave me lone shit
Bitches on my line, don't need no hoes I got my own bitch
Plus yo bitch so foul I wouldn't touch that bitch wit yo dick

Stickin' and movin', I keep my head up, that's the way it go
I got some friends, that's just like brothers, they going wherever I go
And I know blood

Don't you wanna get high tonight
You got what I want what I like

Bad bitches good weed and good vibes
Good tree and good D I provide

Won't you hop

even when 
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like 
Drake I'll just vape it off 
Shit that was like

you ain't getting money my nigga you just talking[00:08.78]That bullshit walking I hustle through exhaustion[00:11.94]Things fine but I smoke like I got

I’m dripping ap 

Flipping pounds ain’t nun to me

Yeah

Flipping by the tag road trips

Hundred bands

Got my audemar I guess that’s worth like fourty

I Luv

Scarface

Chase the Cat

2001

the way
Plus she sucked and fucked all day
With a little bit of Alize (Alize..Alize..)
[Scarface]
I put it down for these young hoes,
get the pussy

on the regular I got some hoes who be deep in my cellular uh
Og the realest im telling ya they love my shit cuz my shit seem familiar uh
Deep voice gangsta I feel

cape
I won’t save hoes fa me
Got that bankroll on me
And my cadence on fleek
I’m walking got cash up
Tell the fuck nigga get racks up
Half of yo rent
I

and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,

Rap Game

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,

Def Wish II

Compton's Most Wanted

Music to Driveby

1992

fool
I got my dick in my hand, come and get some
Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers gettin pesos
Sorry-ass amigos screamin like bitch hoes
If it

and low (yeah)
But I got a long way to go, the bell tolls now (tolls now)
I was born deep in hell, so I'm a hellhound
You wanna live forever? (Fuck that)

reach though I’m chillin with my amigos we sippin on casamogos making a killing staking bills no Quentin Tarantino everything is surreal 

Got Murder

done been fucked up in these streets
All of this love shit got me weak
So I'm a keep stacking this money an fucking these hoes
Cause bitch I'm a G
I

the scamming, and the trapping, I fell in love with rapping
I was hangin' with the 
jackers and the Smackers, I'll still get active
Told myself, I got a blow

talking bout Glock’s
Feel like I’m Fifty don’t got a hoe wit me it’s chill b I’ll just be surrounded by thots
Figured you already knew what is is
Runnin

weed

Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed

I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang

Bin Laden

Three 6 Mafia

Da Unbreakables

2003

weed

Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed

I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang

Taking psychedelic mushrooms
I got hella hoes in my room
Catch me hanging down from my noose
Took your pack and took your boo
Fuck you and your

Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I'm all
By myself I'm all by myself
Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I

night
And bussing down my chain, got my name up on the pendant
Fucking other hoes and now she really get offended
Chilling like Ohgeesy, bitch I never

„I only recall Jeremiah's warning of false prophets
They fill you with false hopes
They speak visions from their own minds“

Gotta killin' 'em,