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a perk, bitch, I'ma put in work, bitch
Let me see you do it, bend it over, make it twerk, bitch
If you do me bad, just know that I'ma do your worst, bitch

I got racks on my to-do list I'm gettin' paid just to do this
Dumb and dumber, I be spittin' like my tooth chipped
Shorty bad, buy her ass, some

by the ocean
Back of the Benz drinking a potion, I ain't folding
Told him step back, or I'll make it kickback
Four hoes, keep it simple, mix and match

to the club and make it rain these bitches thick as fuck

I said the cops just pulled us over I know they sick just cause we L'd up
Three bows in the backseat

feeling so horny mix a lemonade wana fuck a Bad Barbie. Pussy fat everything is up like cardi. Guess what I don’t give a fuck like charley. Money money

tight like light rags on fresh cuts
Nigga this is "DMX meets Chess Club"

Bad, whether or not niggas chose to diss me
Shit, I can stop their reign
From

but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear

Gat me in the mood
I'm Loving the way you move

Yes in the club when we show other girls bend over
When a man pull up the dust get over
See as you dey

the AK
But I like the MAC-11 by far
I'm from the trenches
I done pulled strings like a goddamn guitar

Pour my cup up, pour my cup up
I been cuttin' up,

so my TV's gleam
I got a bad ass bitch, that's on my team
I got a thoed ass Glock
With a big ass beam when I'm

Sitting sideways, with a three piece

I got my eyes on you, baby
I got my eyes on you, baby
I got my eyes on you, baby
I got my eyes on you, baby
I'm having a bad day
I know how to fix it

for a nigga to smash (fuck 'em)
That's a part of gang banging (I swear)
I ain't doin' nothin' bad (nah)
Got stamped when I was fourteen (fourteen)
When

Don't panic nigga, don't panic
Don't panic nigga, don't panic

In the club, smoking marijuana
I just wanna party, fuck the drama
Boy, you know I came

I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs
When they smell a line
I don't mix every niggas stories
When I'm

like messy it's kickin like soccer
Let's get deaddy mix ray with the grabba
I throw a punch like hauken
You better duck lil nigga you stupid
We send

Resurrection

Nuclear Assault

Out of Order

1991

mind
Bend down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other people's fame

Resurrection
Resurrection

Club mix, dance, rap, don't