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like Brittney Spears
Sipping on dirty my cup is not clear
She say I got rapper weed this shit top tier
I'm tryna be high for my whole career
She make

know hoes sick
I just smacked this hoe with 40 inches
We shaken ass
He gon swipe it
And wont do no flinching
Get to trickin
Pour me up some goose
Im

this room towel off
You putting in that hard work with skin so soft
Embodying my values this shit come at cost
I'll spend to the end so let's bank

London-Centrism's just a nightmare in my dreams
Growing up working class
I was never on my ass
Everything I have I've paid in cash
Through the looking glass
Seeing

rug on the mat
Grab that ass cause it's fat ooh

Damn I got me a fatal attraction
Can't control what's happening
I'm sorry ms. Jackson
I'm not just

with my niggas like Lilo and stitch
Ima ride for the gang like I'm stuck in this bitch
Make yo ass sick since watching my pockets
Was kick out of school

opps be tryna foil me
Come around my castle, turn your body into bird feed
Yeah, his ass gon' call my phone, she like that I act up
Like them take their

a pimp on some hoe shit
Bad bitch out in H-Town
Catch a flight just to lay it down
Then I send her back to her baby dad with some memories she won't speak

He knows how to touch me
He knows how to touch me
You think you are hot shit
But lords knows this ain't it
Hold on to nothing
So ready for something

going harder than some pavement
Yea you know what it is, Killin shit like Jason
Just me and my friends, they really brothers I'm saying
We 4L, no trading

Not an option til I'm riding in a chromed out Benz
Steppin to me like some average bitch
You wear adidas while I play around with fashion shit
Gucci

on em bout to get greedy on em
I'm bout to leave that ass starving feed the needy on em
Rap mode or I'm with my kids off in daddy mode
Rappers try to hit

the shows
Yeah I do my shit, I'm dripping head to toe
Yeah she throw it back feeling so groovy
So I pipe it up, I shoot like a Uzi
Looking like a snack

they gone scream
Bitch ass nigga ain't no dream
We leave em dead in the street
How you gon diss on the gang but when we pull up you say that you playing

passed me keys
I hop in
I'm ready to whip this shit clean
Get it
They said my nigga pick up the gas before go get some green
I told em to relax foot

threw dirt on his name
Said that he wouldn't amount to shit
End up in a cell bound to chains
Born from the one she dont claim
That when it ignited a flame

man gotta get this shit crackin
We gone need it all man just bring da racks in
Anything I love man I do it wit a passion
Keep my head up cuz you know

asked if she could feel it and she said a lil bit
Call her Mrs. Krabs 'cause she started feeling it
Middle finger to the haters when they talking shit
2%

distractions by vandalising shit
We were just some kids, with our own problems
Who knew solving them would lead to violence?
But it was just us, against

like Obama, I run up (Aye)
Get with the fanbase, Misfits
Generation who don't give a shit
It ain't that snow I sniff, it's that smoke from the spliff

tryna win
Cuz we all gotta play the game
I'm always grinding for a sac
It ain't shit for me to
Push up where you at
If we at war
The shooters in the front

back, but u killed it dawg
Now nobody gonna trust your deep shit dawg
Khush mat ho tere gane nahi sunta
Matter dekha to laga kuch bolna
Artist o ke naam

you love me
Or real shit tell me you hate me
There is some things you can say
And I know it's never related
If you gonna fuck me fuck me good
The talk

hella trash yah he real dumb
Stay real, stay fit, steady income
And if they ever try to holla
You don't hear dem
Ooo
No cap real shit
I'd bust for you