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on the weekends, nah I ain't lazy
Time to get your bag up lil n**** your ass is lazy
Fuck all these haters, Imma go get some head
Feel like going to feed some ducks,

by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (big racks)
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm smokin' big dope, I don't need

just getting started lil homie it's only begun

I humbly accept all the hatred
Blessed that I'm destined for greatness
Mad that your blessings are basic

Dee said go harder
I'm fly I'm so charter
Schooling ya'll boys you can call me Coach Carter
Used to jam Wayne, Lil Flip and Sean Carter
Now I just

tounge out
She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em
Foreign shorties on the G
Like they came wit’ the fit
These n****s stalling on the P
Lil Timmy

I love my niggas still keep a lil distance cuz if they come with it they buying yo team
Fuck all my haters I'll kill they whole fam if they speak

20)
I'm still mad about some shit
You son of a bitch
(Dude's got 75 years and they
Ain't even on Earth)
(You better take advantage of you living

hoochies, mfana wa pa utsi
Never catching fire osawala olo blue seal
Try to be the man, I be hotter on a hood tip
Spit a couple bars amasusa ngati msuzi
Still

money
Feeling like i robbed the bank
Snakes in the grass they fake
Just ignore the haters take
Cuz at the end of the day
There’s still paper to be made

With no roof on that bitch
I let it flip in the trunk
Like it's gymnastics, I know magic
Caught with the bastards, early gymnastics
I never had a master

chɨll
Ain't no question that I'm up
Why they mad still?
Sober up to the fact that you whack still
And I'm blessed by the way that I'm mad real
Got "lil

Roll Call Reloaded

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

the dash and she can't be mad

[Verse 10 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' O]
Your talkin 'bout the south and close your mouth they should, yeah
Hope your

and passed her to T P next
O lahlile
Couldn’t track her with GPS
Damn rona re phanda di chankura
Wena you still chasing hoes man haai suka
Osahlo phapha s’fak’

slowly
My phone always ringing
Rollin' up the trees everyday is Christmas Eve
Ball just like trillion I'm still building SbC
Drive by at night all you see

chips I need some more gravy
And they still let me hit but these hoes hate me

Bitch I'm rollin purple
I'm so commercial
I make a lil bitty do the walk

getting money 
Get off your ass Go get some money 
Go flip a bag Go get some money 
Trapping ain't dead Go get some money 
We ain't worrying about shit we

fuck with these fake niggas man
I just I really can't fuckin stand they ass
These haters can't even get a crumb off the plate
They stressed all day while

The following movie is rated NC7teen
What would you do for a couple lil' dollars
Would you make a lil' nigga go out and bleed
I lost myself inside

windows up
(Skrrt) tacos tucked (Aight, come on)
Ayy, mе and Lil Flip, we
Hop out any block, nigga, You better duck
(You can't beef with me
Lil' nigga, you

Big Dreams [Bonus Track]

The Game

LAX [Bonus CD]

2008

let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm

around me will really support
How you trap and still ain't even went and got the package I see what you doing lil boy
I see what you doing lil boy (I see

there ever be peace, or are we all just
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
And I know there'll never be peace (uh-uh)
That's why I keep my

yah!
Ten Apple Watch bands kinda car, still ain't got no time for a thot 
Yah! my jeans held by Goyard, we inda parking lot smoking j's inda lot
Yah!

all my ex's
(Woah)
All them hoes do is whine
(Hun)
Shout my niggas
We doing just fine
I don't have the time
To lay it down
I see these lil bitches
still