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Na... I don't think you need to
I mean... you can turn me up just a little bit
What that sound like to you
Alright let's just see what happens
And if

We get a bag fasho poppin these tags fasho
Servin these bags fasho Just popped two pills but I need me some more
Lil bro off the xan fasho your hoe

Ain't have options

I was down
On my dick
Now I'm up
And I'm cocky

You ain't tellin
Me shit
Lil nigga
What poppin

And
If Yang tell
Me
Get
The lil nigga

and just gimme the verbal
So that mean just gimme the mouth
These niggas is suckas they wolfing for clout
I be spinning on niggas that's what I'm about
Hop

play about me I'm a boss
Spin your block till they start feeling dizzy (they start feeling sick)

Ms. Pop Shit
Can't no hoe stop shit, I'm way too lit

you
Make me wanna slow down
Might just put the pole down
Fuck what your daddy think
He prolly feel like I'm a lowdown
Since I'm Lil Kodak
You think I

Well yeah there's plenty more 
Go head and cop me some woods while you right by the store 
Go head and pray for a nigga when you talk to the lord

tryna maintain
Feel like half living in the left lane, Young HOV
Lil Jigga big pimpin duckin H O Es
They hate on me, It ain't Lowkey
Whippin with

Yeah
Swish Jim
ZAW
Big sis
Yeah
Lil bro
Let’s go
Ayo ZAW
Tell ‘em what’s good
Yeah
The pain you go through is all worth the fight
Don’t listen

You probably think this song is about you
Thats what your ego has amount to
Been with alota bad chicks i had to count a few
This song is bout

A lot of people gon hate on me, that's beautiful, they pitiful
God's plan, follow it through and through, I'm gonna get what's due
Even though it

mean
Mean what you say cause me ima stand on that shit
I be by myself but my voice in my head talking telling me shit
Don't trip on the opps
They got

thoughts ima win this
An thoughts of whats in this
The worlds games the 13 families play
We surrounded by the hate
Only JOY i create yet past knowledge for

phones, told em, Stay Golden Pony I'm turnin' MacBooks in,
I met habibi by a coney, I got a Million on my mind, I know what
I want for Christmas,
I ain't

with the gang

Fuck around, nigga, turn to a stain These lil' niggas don't know about pain
Keep it 100 like Drizzy and Game Walk in the spot and they

who, then who, if not me then
Why is everything about me?
Me me me
I try to write another song, it’s about me
I’m so sick of singin’, I’m so sick

Infiltrate

Trillville

BME Mixtape

2006

to take home

Now it's back in my zone, custom 3 what I claim

Never let these bitch niggaz get me off of my game

Now it's back to the lab, to read up

that .33 special (Special) on me
But I'm jiggy I got it concealed (Concealed)(What)
He want a fee off the rip imma wax on the low
If you fuck with lil

far
Lil pussy boy
Yeah you hit da trap but you can't hit me
Can't knock me off
These pussy niggas stealing cause they scared of me
Ima knock em off

glitches (I shoot 'til it click)
Need a brief intermission (need a brief inter- what?)
Told 'em, "Give me a minute" (told 'em, "Give me a hour")
Put

hittin' in her colon
She on her reds then she stoke me with lotion (yeah)

No Pretty Ricky, but it's five in the mornin'
Tryna see what you into
I just

Life Goes On

Half Pint

Wonders of the World

2001

the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie

forty)

Check this out kid 
Is not that I don't give a fuck 
It's just that sometimes you gotta let these mothafuckas 
Know what you are about, you know

the backseat
Cause that life ain't for me my lane is different but get yo cheese
Everyday brick by brick we building up our monument
Practice yo sport little