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la la la
I'm that pink bitch, I'm the Pinkprint
Know they want me
They could never have me
I'm so sweet, so hot, so classy
So trashy, get a lil sassy

a nigga 
They like Purp boy Chill yo mind gone 
But I'm bout to blow ticking time bomb 
And I'm from dat jungle like a rhino 
And I be fresher than pine sol

is the breakthrough

Aii lemme tell y'all a lil' story about me
I'm the Big Fly Reece, I eat my sleeves
So addicted to rhymes I can't be like me
But I

sister

Knockin' like the police
We gon' stick all on the pizza man
I'll pull up with that chop and
Chop you like I'm Jackie Chan
Lil' bitch got that WAP

the Bottom
I'll die for Respect
I live by a code
My necklace froze
I'm blowing up fast
I'm bout to explode
I'm bigger and blacker
They done made me Bold
My

Yeah yeah
Yeah
Furillostar, yeah yeah yeah

My lil baby
Yeah you freak
I get that message
It's time to leave
My lil baby
Yeah you bad
Snap that

She know that lil o put a beat on the beat
She know that lil o he ain't posting a tweet
I'm stacking my bread up it look like some wheat
I ain't go lie

I said I'm- split, between reality and dreams
I'm dreaming bout getting it by any means
I'm the Only man around who's always behind the scenes
I'm

a veteran 
Y'all get to keep all the fame, I'm only seeking them Benjamins 
I don't give a fuck 'bout no chain, only want talk 'bout them Benjamins

Aye

more
How much I'm bout' to throw?
Bae put your tongue down my throat, oh
She love it when I sing that note, oh
I'ma sing the note, oh, oh
The God,

(his teeth)
I told you 'bout fuckin' with me (damn)
Boy, you know I'm headed to the top (the top)
Hell no, boy, I won't stop (stop)
Ayy, young nigga

Porn Star

T.I.

Paper Trail [Clean]

2008

all night long, and I wonder(Misses shawty let me tell you what I?m thinking ?bout)
Oh girl I wonder (for real shawty let me tell you what I?m thinking

Flirt

PRhyme

PRhyme 2

2018

loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do Molly with a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin'?

y’all talking shit
I ain’t really got time for this
Matter of fact let me talk my shit
Then I’m out this bitch

Bout to fuck yo bitch
Then going home

come
Balling?... 23
My money comes by the 100's
I'm speaking blue cheese
I said out with the old, and made a new me
I don't know you, for nighas who say

my dreams I see i'm going far,


Yea,

Check my attendance,

Ain't talking bout school,

I'm on time for the Benjis,

Oh Ah,

Check out my Rollie,

I

the hype 
Wen I'm warming  the mic swarming tonight  
Big b's in my sight talking bout bags 
Talking bout math you talking bout cash 
Then I'm talking bout

I've been thinking bout it way to long it's getting old 
Momma worry bout when I'm walking out her door 
Standing on the porch I see a trail of gun smoke

Written By: Myro McGee

I grew up right in them trenches
So don’t ask me bout my scars
I woke up in a different country
Foreign bitches, foreign cars

up lets keep it a bean
I think it's bout time that I turned
It up lets keep it a

I'm hearing they tracks the shit is
Just wack and I'm not impressed

lil bitch on my dick i aint stressing bout that
im on my groind bout a bag you new niggas making me laugh
said fuck the distractions and the reactions

a Woody for that lil Bo Peep
I'm a wolf, but I ain't worried bout sheep
I'm hunting guap
Ducking from a cop
Ox is on
Charge your phone
And play me all night

wake up I thank God I'm not dead
I could've died so many times But God wouldn't let that go over his head
Lil Herb said this my life I got to learn by my

the phone /I’ll hot box this whip up all by my lone/I know that they mad I can tell by the tone/I couldn’t before but now that I’m  grown /I’m bout to set off