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Tight in real life but hella friendly in the mentions
Gossip like the women then you one by extension
Damn, let's talk about some other shit
I could give

And this shit ain't got no seeeeds
I just drop these fuckin' ashes on my fuckin' white teeeeee
You just hit that bitch my boy that motherfuckin' on eeeeee

Yeah, they left me on my own Niggas hatin', tryna get me out my zone
Tryna get me out my zone Tell them boys I'm finna spray just like cologne
And I stay

like I workout I just have sex wit bitches
Fuck a sneak I'm comin' too direct I'm disrespectful wit it
Unless you signing papers wit a payment who you

follow
Hopping out the S class with Cartier goggles
Watch me throw this paper boy you want to make it
Want to sign away your masters see how much they

have one
God one jah
Big up sm4lyf
1don
The dancehall king
Inner de hole Ghana
People ago change
no matter waguan
Time ni hɔ na ya delay
Accra stay by

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

tweak out and lose it

Get out the way, you ain't touch, you a 20, I know what you're doin', better go get some paper
Know I ain't Kobe ', but I got like

a cookie you crumble
She blow my dick like a bubble
I'm with the boys
I'm making noise
I don't have a choice
I pull up in Royce
I'm going in
I'm going in
I'm

Population steady loosen
Broke bitch always snoozing
(hahahaha)  fuck a hater bro
Saw you lurkin' by the corner snatching paper hoe
Thirteen for a Tenth

two, she know I'm Groovy, that's why she give in
They'll think I'm Bruce Lee by how a nigga been out here kicking shit
Tokyo drift the whip, running from

access to the plug, what would you do
AR pistol in the whip, this bitch'll probably knock your roof loose

The bo's in the trunk, the cane somewhere by

find nothing on me, I went to sleep in Polk county for nine hours, Told them crackers eat a dick I'll be out by tomorrow, I'm grateful God got me free

sniper
Sweet fine girl amma  see you later
I put God first my fam then paper
Give me i go take i be undertaker
Hmmm
Bad as e bad I roll my rizla
Pull up

likeness
I do my dirt by my lonely cause y'all tell shit
Y'all some great storytellers telling tales and shit
Man, y'all ain't spin a block, y'all watching

like I'm cut in two, they wanna origami but the boy comin through
Like a plane made of paper tomorrow night's news
When you see the headline it'a say

motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will

love yourself, nobody will
She talkin' bout, you can go to hell
I told her, I ain't goin' by myself
Besides, I know you in disguise
Wanna take my soul up

collect all of this paper in my grasp
I'm Austin Davis in this bitch boy I'm addicted to the craft
What the fuck is competition prolly kill 'em with my

Ain't no paper shortage
Quit talkin bout your man
Bitch he ain't important
In that dirty ass Audi
That ain't ridin foreign

I be juggin state to state

the treasure and
Shoutin' fuck the man, I was raised up by the motherland
Get my paper and my chains up on the other hand
Turn me to king contraband rulin'

betrayed by people I would've died for
Still dey wonder why eight minus four is equal to four
Ati korin pupo sile kosi eni ton bawa gbo

But no be everybody

need a cut
Working out , pushing weight
They know wassup


Pulling out the straps we go to war
Doing what I want I'm on paper tours
Niggas mad I live

bout the plans
So bro, I'ma need the whole 50 for the trade
By havin' these lil' bitches just keep lyin

So I kick em' off the roster and I ain't never