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with it
If your best friend with it, then lets go get them
We're gonna fuck around to a lil bit of Ludacris
Don't test my grip I'm cool as whip
My newest

mentioned was a Gun
Like Damn nigga
You don't want want yo ones
If u can't Fight say that
Lets make the Situation Fun
Have lil sis Crack em and I ain't talkin

Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not

a happy lil puppet in them Chains
Yea you lookin goofy lookin goofy For the fame
On my momma never sell my soul For a chain
On my momma ain’t ever gone sell

like I'm Uzi Vert
She took my soul, that's my lil demon
Moving like Chilli the way that she creepin'
I'm on the edge like I play defense
Put it together

Yea LIL BITCH
I'm back by motherfuckin'
Popular Demand Hoe
(YT Play that shit)
Stack that cash
Spend that bag
Blow it on some other shit
Ya baby

Just keep them away from me 
I lost my lil brother my mind my feelings my hearted man somebody pray for me 
My foot on the gas I’m all In my bag 
I

Girl I'm mixing up the potion don't you ask what's in my drink
Needed me some time away I needed time to think
Got to go reconnect the bands lil boy

I'm bout my money Big Worm still chasing my dream like Meek I'll burn
If I go down bad
Watch I work my way up like a bounce pass
Acrobat with the pack

turned to new opps
Boy you better watch out it's like on Doo Wop
I was really tryna cool out
With knives in my back, least the ones that i knew 'bout
You

as mine 
Move how you want 
Do what you can 
But just don't fuck with mine 
Ain't have to pass Noo driver course 
To learn to read the signs 
My watch was

you walkin')
She be on her quick shit not with the drama (With the drama)
Got me by the belt now bad lil' mama (Lil mama)
Took me to the bedroom she got

feet underground pushing daisies
Watch my mind grow
(Yuh)
On my shit til im balling like i'm bezos
Popping blue molly
Steady rockin off them benzos
Bad

My shoes tired, tryna run up the band
No Chris Tucker, no Charlie Sheen
I'm all about that money talk
I'ma do my thing, I'ma do my thing

Talk about

bitch Gun in my hand
Yeah lil broke boy, still no bands
Ooh, I'm my own biggest fan
Got that shitty tan
Run around like a raccoon
Staying up and watch

at
I know you and sis felt it hard on my relapse
I never meant to bring you in for you to see that
You threw me the book told me lil nigga read that
One

lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass

unborn kids
Lil homie a rat
Nigga got jammed now he talking and
Running off his mouth and shit
Got sumn for that
Niggas know I got that with me
Let my

John wall
Standing 10 toes
You know I won’t fall
Got it from the mud
Did it all on my own
Lil bitch
You better watch
On your tone
Don’t hit up my phone

Salute

Lil Wayne

Loso's Way

2009

woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin' it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send

at Walmart to shopping at Macy's
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes with the right pair of laces
This is God's graces this is God's graces
Went from a pocket

bussin wit the ice come thru the door they thought the air was on
Ha what else you lil bitch nigga
Stalkin on my page it got me lookin at his bitch

things for years, give me one swing 
And it's out of here, crack! 
Over the fence ladies and gents 
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current

you off, now, don't you try that shit no more, ayy
Been puttin' up with these hoes and I'm fed up and I'm so tired
Lil' Muslim in my home and I think