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run up this shit, I make a lil hit.
I'm thinking about fashion, so I can not miss.
4-million plays on my spotify, bitch. 
I run up a check now I'm

come in this bitch I'm
Too fly
I'm up in the clouds I'm too high
I'm yay I'm that guy
They walking you down no drive by
That beam on you head like bright

Aye! You already know its EA GVNG in the Traphouse
Where my Real Trappers at?
The real triple beam move a key in a week Real Trappers... Salute!
Real

name Sigel
Bitch I'm a boss
Real life you a cop
Just Steven Seagal
I blew a rack at the mall
Just to go make it back
At the end of this call
A lot of you

Count that money like the system broken
I get your sister by my side and she ain't getting home tonight
Might drop some shit to change the game

cheap
You know niggas lame, entertaining the beef
Tryna make 50 bands by the end of the week
I don't think it's a game but we in it too deep
There's a lot

I'm forever just like Racism
We uneven cause
I'm here to add some taste to it
And you just here by chance trying to make some paper move it
Before I

I need a new outside 
Continental peacock blue outside 
 Kiss their teeth like, oh boy not you outside 
My ones and twos won’t make me food outside

you just go head and twerk it That's a Stript body suit, I can tell by how it move
I ain't finished yet, bitch, I'm just gettin' my groove
I'ma win

Tumble out of bed, dizzy in the head
Seemed a little upset, when you came home alone
Mumble a reply, followed by a lie
Then I wonder why, as if I've

haiku's)
(Way too fuckin high my brain is zapped just like I'm Raichu)
Aye all my opps is dust cuz when i drop it make the ground shake
Prod. is by me dont

turn her
Loco make the back go crazy
Trust me my back rolls crazy
Take the back road and them man move pacey
20-22 I’m doin' this music ting
'til it

drac' gone hit that boy, gone make that boy upset
Give that bitch a pep talk, ain't talking about no fucking check
Walk out, got my Ricks out, ain't no

This Is for the Homies

Rodney O

Me & Joe

1989

that's not wack
And my DJ, Joe Cooley's still on top of the stack
So you can say he's like wine, he's getting better with time
And General Jeff is by my

Let It Go

Rasheeda

Certified Hot Chick

the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by

I keep you under pressure 

Pumping like pneumatic baby

The way you move your ass hydraulic 

Got me feeling crazy

Take off you pants

For a glance

or no questions
Don’t know the answers though
I guess the less I know the better
At least that’s what I’ve been told
By Tame Impala, call your Mama
Tell

on the road
Making moves
Making dough
Don’t got time for some jokes
Or some hoes
Leave me alone
I got under control
I am just tryna provide for my fam
And make

niggas think that I left it. Y'all gon' be annoyed as heck when it's referenced just as much as the Maybach
Tyler Perry, I could do bad all by myself if I

Tryna escape it with sports, hopin' they win the Heisman
By any means, I'm chasin' a different dream
I could buy eight cars
I make a million

Ride around with the heater (Sticks)
Get your ass smoked, Huh (Bitch)
But it's not no joke (No)
Bitch it's Rubber Clan (Yo)
Hang him by a rope (Hang his

that I maneuver
Love the block but promise I ain't foolish
Move the rock like Rondo I be hooping
Keep my pockets profiting them blue ones
Change

about love, baby, use your logic
Wanna say the truth, fuck it, go 'head about it
Sitting by my window staring at the moonlight
Call my baby up try

This shit make me feel like
You walking in like
Hello gov'na would you like a cup of tea?
And then niggas'll be like
Yeah can I order