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a drive-by with hair so floppy
Y'all say pain in the towel, shy y'all stay in the line
Like it don't mean shit, it's always strong, bitch, get it right
Get

up ya kicks you better know we in the jungle
And ya niggas bitches never step ya only crumble
I could spot a bitch if she my type just by her bundle

Then what you flexing for?
Can't help a brother
I was by myself
No pictures in
Even in the Gcrew
Swerving in the coupe
Bad Bitch giving loop
Bitch i'm

Can't walk down the street with your head in the clouds
Just hear me out, keep an ear to the ground
I know it sounds silly when they send in the clowns

Now look, they show y'all
Slave to the chains and whips, they so y'all
Minutes in society callin' me O dog
Defining new tricks, you can call me a old

a label, I can do this shit by myself Independent rapper
These niggas be playin' both sides Just like they Travis hunter
Dress some shit in suit and bow ties

me why I'm goin' savage, uh-huh
You ain't never really heard of me, right there, that's a problem

I be just up in the city, uh, gettin' top by a model

by friends and our classmates
The last thing I'd mentioned
Imagine me leaving the township and stacking me up a few thousands
Let alone imagine me in

Coming 2 Serve You

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls [Clean]

1996

in if niggas we clown
Ready get scandlous. Where?
In the cities, run from the one they don't purchase a pound
Get to tha nigga, they drop ya
Grab my

they thought I was sarcastic
I'm mad sick, y'all better send in some psychiatrists
Goal temi o n se egbe goal keeper
Tori emi o fe bawon si lawujo awon

wrapped cuz I Remember That you fake plastic Reynolds Wrap
I'm hot Clown You cold Ice you Need a mirror Cool To see what I see you gon need More than

write these love songs
I just wanna take it back
I just wanna get fucked up and get drunk, pinging like caps
But I'm still confused by maths
Still ask me

mean bye
Cause I stand by what I live by
With a better vibe
There's no comfort in a bed of lies
Draw your opinion and draw your conclusion
But still

pennies no more homie send me dimes
The way you clowns are spendin' turn me into pennywise
People say I'm wise, but I still got many whys
And I got a lot

Say you're rare
Are you really? White shirt DSquared
Say you're rare, Mike Amiri, over here
Where? Dressed in all white, all white
Who don't want

while I give it a stir 

Up in this bitch
Big 30 and I really like to up this bih
Clown  can’t come to my town they gone look round muggin like who tf

in ya eyes and seen me a hoe
With a lil hoe
And we both know
That I Ray J that lil hoe right before
Check her phone it's connected to my home
Switch

in the meantime
Tryna get by
But the devil been knocking on my line, knocking on my line
Hop out the gate
Lil bitch get the fuck out my way, fuck out

indulge with Loki
Joking clown lost his powers for choking
Im smoking him with L's a lost he possessed
Now he bets he invest in a ton of cess the Dox can

Don't blame me, in my heart no malice
Send her to another planet
Other dimensions like Alice
Out here too savage
Ballistics like we're in Dallas
See

line 
Send chills down ya spine 
A slight disconnect 
Out trynna get blessed
Can't be bothered by the fools
That always asking from you 
Who don't even

and white clown
Who's barking all the lies out
I'm running to Fox News
Cut the fuckin lights out
Dick slapping thwapping
Tomi Lahren in her white mouth

twisted metal Just know you clowns bout to see ya death in me 
I’m it my nigga but I’m not here to tag ya beat 
I’m only here to catch my fee to feed my

Lost in the moment gotta keep movin
Ima keep on winnin and keep on boolin
I gon send some shots yo way if you tryna cross me
You wanna fight me well