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the field
They run away like Harry Tubman
In the Tahoe, I was coming
In that big boy with the button
Hanging off the back of the truck
Looking like I work for

right there by your phone
Never switching up
I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up
I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't

up
I know i'm realer, realer
I'm a real bag getter
No I cannot fuck with you
All I see is big figures
And I run a check
I don't wanna fuck i just want

Ha ha ha
If you don't get it by now
we different
Imma king rook
Tried to build you up but you're too shaky fraud listen
You ain't on shit
lighter then

First one, this hit lit on my mama
Ayo AS Push that shit back
They say a truck hit him-now he never coming back
I'm on this track I know I gotta spit

the mood
Trying to skrt in Bentley Trucks
I need them big ol' bucks
She been under the influence saying things
Got me fucking up thinking about a ring
That

(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Yuh (ayy), yuh, what? (Ayy)
Yuh, yuh, what? (Ooh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh (bitch)
Yuh, yuh, fuck (ayy)

rocks, by my belt loop it's a Glock
All these bands you see me pop, you disrespect? Them feathers drop
I see you talking 'bout big money, boy, stop

Drown in the wave
This Degeneres drip

Yeah, nobody àsked
Go eat dry toast with your no-money ass
Whoa buddy, that's a big truck for a teenager
What do

shame
All these silly levas wanna play these silly games
Trying to play Lil' Rob for a little lame
Had to run vato over like a fucking train, Goddang

(to go raczej wsadź do ryżu)
Chociaż trochę łechcą ego takie gili-gili
Ślą mi Big Cyc i Lil Dicky ale nidyrydy
Powiem Ci znam swoją cenę jak już se tak

Grind

50/50 Twin

Grown Man Style

2004

I couldn't wait
Chopping rocks, making predictions off what I would make
In the game you can't double, everything you spend
My big dog told me Twin,

Who Could It Be

Guerilla Maab

Resurrected [Screwed & Chopped]

2002

H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't want to step to us, you

Bad lil' vibe, she just wanna be my main chick
Ask my guys, I ain't never do no changin'
Yeah, we ain't never tuckin' chains let the chains swing
We

days, do you remember that
the good times that we had in big digem lac
Do you remember debra proch when it was hot and steaming
Do you remember when we

Wet Boyz 4 Real

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

Niggaz with the beef better run and hide
Sporty Records doing it making mega bucks
Cromed out bikes with the fire trucks
Had to lay it out with the sparkle

I, I tried momma
I tried
You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch
Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
Think about what you used to have

Black trucks back to back

Magic monday throwing racks

Bottles coming back to back

Brand new foriegn Hoe oh yes she a dog call her Cabbage patch

sister

Knockin' like the police
We gon' stick all on the pizza man
I'll pull up with that chop and
Chop you like I'm Jackie Chan
Lil' bitch got that WAP

done put a rhyme with that
Lil nigga big dreams but we scared of cars
See police for road, shit man it's fucking SARS
It's daylight them no fit kill us,

You with my eyes, right by my side you were a queen to me
I miss your style I miss your Grace how you put them in they place
Lord knows I'll give up

the molly in his hydro
I can't close my eyes I'm going 90 down the freeway
Big ol' truck got breathing room last night I had a threeway
In the backseat

that fly
If you wanna go against a nigga then
You know I'm winning by a landslide
Like a vampire, I be outside at the nighttime
I never fuck with

up Extended the Glock, it's too big to be
tucked Diamonds on the clock and I'm lifting it up
Tryna shoot, you get blocked like that dude from the bucks