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bitch you really need upgradin
Yeah poppin' bottles, with the models in the club
Thick lil bitch, rollin boof in the hot tub
Had me locked up in may, had

tanks,
Bitch I walk in the club throw up hunds bitches rake,
Rick owens on me bitch I'm dripping in Bape,
Racks in my pocket I stack fucking pay,
cfter

Me, I don't like to speak, kinda ironic don't you think?
Bet you won't believe but this career path chose me
I done seen too many things up in this

bottles of chammy, condos in Miami
Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me
Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo

fucking with jakes
When she turning around got me looking at cake
Gotta whole bunch buns and she don't even bake
Might be a model I don't know the make
Body

Alienated by my own family
Babies born in the manger
I think its highly anticipated conforming to anger
I got this grip and its tailored to fit

Da Bosses Lady

Kool G Rap

Roots of Evil

1998

wanted by the jakes 
 for takin' powder weight outta state 
 they straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates 
 garden lookin' like a flowered wake

find me
I keep me a bottle in reach and I'm goin
110 and I bet they won't stop me
You think that your boy is your boy til he
Whispering up to the jakes

Thug Love Story 2012

Action Bronson

Blue Chips

2012

by the Burger King
Young love, but we thought it was eternity
Raw sex, never thought about paternity
But now this cunt is trying to murder me

was king at the cornershop before you brought the cops 
Survival is guilty he was caught in a can
He was sold by his wife for a bottle of champagne,

wanna sip Mo' wit me
The life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Don, by the gravesite
The tombstone let the record show I was

Everything is gonna be okay, call on me
You can call on me, yea

Now by the age of ten this girl has been through more
Then the one you see standing

Thug Luv

Half-A-Mill

Million

2000

two bottles of Cris', I won't pop 'em 'till you return, 
won't even drive your car yo
Yo, we Duns like Lamont and Rahlo
as long as time flow
I'm'a keep

Thug Paradise

Capone-N-Noreaga

Nothing to Lose

1997

in the hood try to hit me
Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me
The life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Dom, by

bends, the highway
Wish the jakes, would test less, I’ll still send, it myway
This reminds me, of been a yout, getting seshy on a Friday
No fucks given,

Make bad shit worse when I mix with the whites
It's me I'm smack can't you tell by the height 
40's and 40's the ghettos they know me
Pro like Adobe but

dropped out of college
Riding 'round with gang
Chop tucked in case we got a problem
Scam star
Don't ask me 'bout no pots 'cause
I am not around 'em
Same

real tall no collapsing
Know I don't play about my mine let the choppa sing
On the highway all day I think I'm relapsing
All them niggas that doubt me

back, "Slosh, I wanna party"
Bad ting, bottle girl, sponsored by Bacardi
Suck on me like Dyson Vac, keep it goin' shawty
Angel in her mother's eyes, but I

feed my family Gettin' chased by Jakes
I told my OG that I want that coupe he told Me pump my brakes
He told me hold on boy your time gon' come Just wait

thought that it would paint him a path that got him richer by the day
But he sit suffering silence
With bottles and hella milage
With items and hella prices

In my pocket stacks ends
but I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir
place down your bottle
I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle

You'll get bit by your dog, better check for fleas
Shoot yourself in the foot if you step to me
Or I'll do it for ya like Tory did to Megan's feet

him
"empty out the draws and give
Me all of the cake!"
Started pulling out his phone and tried
To call for the Jakes
So I pulled out the strap, cocked