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digits 
Spin back around yea we coming consistent 
Big ass 50 and it’s chunky like a fat guy
Nine real pretty put a dick in the backside 
Nigga said what ?

Let's head to your crib, you can jibber-jab
We'll head upstairs and I'll give it a stab
She took her panties off and the door shut behind me
Oh yeah, her

Let's head to your crib, you can jibber-jab
We'll head upstairs and I'll give it a stab
She took her panties off and the door shut behind me
Oh yeah, her

Jesse Royal
One God
We see dem all, yeah
Can't fool we no more (can't fool we)
Oh Lord, can't fool we no more

If education is key, why you

Everyday, everyday
Psychopathic every
Hey yo Twin Gats where you at dawg?
Yeah, alright now let's uh
Let Cell Block come on
We rydin on suckas like

bike pon de road Vroom, Vroom, Vroom, Vroom 
Gal pon de back ah chair like Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom 
Gime the mekka van aand the fat tun tun tun 
Me na

Ah yeah, it's your boy Drag-on
and I'm back, feel me.
come on come on
uh oh
you in trouble
you been messin them boys 
now you in trouble
back back

night smoke a big fat blunt

And I'm never gonna stop until I get fucked up

Califa Thugs comin at you

And it just don't stop

Where got the fine bicthes

Watch the street, watch out, she is out there
I've got goody goody eyes with ten to ten visions inside my head
She walks around this big fat town

it's cause she be calling me less
Yeah she be calling me less but she still sending me mirror pics of her breast
I told you this bitch don't make sense
I

This that one take
We play your shit by mistake
They want me silenced but bitch I must say
Pockets boutta be stupid fat
Imma be dumb paid
We all

was chillin by the sand today
Pueto rico that’s my get away
I remember chasing the bag like it’s yesterday
Hold for real that was yesterday
Yeah I got

out by me a man so honourable

I declare war on the wack it’s more than a fact pack a sword in my back packkk
I wouldn’t deplore you to clap back I’d

50 racks ina Fanny 
Feel like I won a Grammy I Was raised by my granny
Hot off a lick wit my brudda in a Cameory
My bitch a street fighter I call her

save the bitch 
Verse
In love when he fuck from the back beat it up make sure got the Glock by the bed 
Put the Glock in my purse when I walk in that

I'm Mason, nails and things all white, Caucasian (Caucasian)
Low-key ting or a bae ting
Bakin' by the poolside with a Haitian (with a Haitian)
Tell

home
But life goes on...
""Excuse me!""
Trading news by telephone, trim that fat but spare the bone
Walls of smoke but no fire
Behind it all, each

wid di black rain
Rifle shot mash dem up, like a crash plane
Drive-by, rifle a wave like smaddy
A seh  bye bye yaad full a body like a
Yah suh name

bitch, you got titties
"Oh my god you're a freak" bitch
I just want a quickie
How you a trap nigga wit' a lil' booty?
(The fuck?)
Bitch, you a fat nigga

Caution tape! Yeah, chalk lines!

Stay strapped at all times
Tryin' to take mines
On 11 chalk lines and victims of all kinds
Anybody with their hand

finna fly
Always been that nigga, been that guy
For my brothers, you know I'm finna ride

Fuck all that shit my nigga
Yeah we finna get dark my niggas

lo que hay
In my block my block, yeah, Marko Italia
Real mathaphuckkin G como Eazy-E
Que le jodan al rap, amo el dinero si
I wanna' be a pornstar con

got the sauce
They be like, "Dee, boy, it costs", yeah
You pay but you soft
In the field like Randy Moss I'm in a loft
Rolling up, E's up
You know them

hart der Hustle ist hart
Der Hustle ist hart

Ah, yeah mach am Mic nicht auf Mann
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