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Yea Yea
I was like uh
Leave me out to die
By my side
Where was you at?
Like where was you at?

I get them racks yea
Why these bitches all on me just

Dropping by to drop in
How you doing?
It ain't really that hard to take it this far
Am I really that clueless?
Girl you gotta let me know
Girl you

war time
Give me four 9's
Like a Jordan comeback, I sport a fo' five
Carbon 15
This ain't Fortnite, no

Laurent wit no socks
Lil jawn on my top
She

Rapping tommy davidson tryna get with the woo  
Who knew i'll be bound to stand astute 
Come from the lows of the stoop
To expectations of the roof ceiling

my zone
Ouu
You know how it go
Told her bring a friend they gone keep it on the low
Say they want the smoke, but nigga where they at through
I got in

litty, I'm lowkey in the biddy.
Tryna stack up on this paper, do something good for the city.
Educate them on some shit lets make it happen get gritty.
Mix

cropping, buddy out the picture
Put a tag on his toe, gave his ass a lil' sticker
I beat two in the mix, two be kicking it with you

But if it's 5-5-6, jam

Bang It Out

Papoose

Already A Legend

2007

wit us?
'Cause we love to bang and swing and live it up
I get low and roll a tree wit a foe

Break bread or fake dead, that's the slogan, li'l homie
Why

goes
Ur bitch cant even talk my whole dick inside her throat
In my iphone New fat ass chick but i keep it low
In the Green burning but weather is cold
U

a lil loud
Binge drinker
Don’t mix well with my overthinking
Hard liquor
I need a night I won’t remember
Might tinder
Don’t wanna involve my feelings
No

lacking pop him, call him a door cause we knocked him
Out of my face nigga ugly, I'm tryna get money lil nigga you not real you just funny
Weather so low

niggas in the house
Dana, Kim Harry, Big T, Vito, Big Harry

DMZ, Too Low, Lil' J, Total Destruction
RCU, and my nigga favorite, Mr. Payday
Big Daddy, you

Lovin' me
Then they hatin' me
Why you playin' me lil baby I ain't do nun' wrong
You see me rockin' all designer Mr. put it on
She gon' hit me late night

Give me a gram go higgaty ham
Busting yosemite sam
Keep going flow never could jam
Fuck you thinking I am
Give me a light t h c
Bitch mix it wit

play then he gone be a goner
Taking blood like a doner
It's a stick up like a boner
Masked up killing shit like corona
I Keep a stick let a nigga act out

done, discussing my mental, so just turn it up
Smoking chronic in the building
Sit back, mix gold with a cold beer
I've been chillin', sippin' till I go

healin was a killin, it's a feelin you feelin
When I'm chillin on ben lows and sisters and brothers
I wear hats and pack gats the same color as my L's
I

fed
 y'all making sho them kids was dead
cccidental murderers and triple K law
Mr Cracker police
I cannot respect y'all
hell nall
Middle finger all

you a breadcrumb
I can't fuck with no bitches less they thick as a honeybun
Li'l bitch, you ain't said none, you can't fuck with me cuz I am too random

that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass

of em
Push the harda way that's Penny cousin
I'm all up in that zone now
New Farrock you know I'm home bound
Mix with some Guy R Brew add a lil Merrick in

and see My reflection 
And I do not drink so if u mix light with dark then Im thinking complexion 
I bump on a chick young Player like Usher but next week

the sprite
So high I fly by
Intergalactic night
Ultimate fighter
Low rider
I'm a sniper
Ocean Breeze
Turn the flower to the smoke
And the water to the ice

like Mrs. Winners
Off healing, I don't know where we headed, God with us though
Bad chicks on the couch, that's Arsenio
The way we take these rap