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me up
I'm going in on they ass

Sorry that I'm late
I'm Mr. Life of the Party
Blunt fucking lit
Shit let's gone get started
And yea I hit them beats

they was wack
You ain't trained just yet
But I was down to get the paper
Like um hittin' a lick

By any means I'mma make it
Fuck the world was my shit
It

gone tackle em
That nigga ain’t who he tryna be he a character
I leave a opp nigga ceased we gone parish em
I’m by myself you won’t catch me no where wit

Dam she told me I would need her uuuh
Summa cum laude she was raised by a preacher yeah
Told me how he violated touched how he beat her uuuhh
If its him

the sunny days look at the weather
We take off like birds but we're losing our feathers
I fall by my guys then we're falling together
Enough with the deep

ain't dapping, I ain't Giving the
Pound You just need a couple dollars, get your
Shit off the ground Ayy, doing Business but I rap for a hobby
I got lil

Bang It Out

Papoose

Already A Legend

2007

travel the ground
I watch from the balcony, this is a busy town
I kinda like Miami, I might lock it down

My girl with me, she cook better than Mr. Chows

Smokedope and Rap Live [Live]

Andre Nickatina

These R the Tales

2000

a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker
Come a lil closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat you get my gun and I'm a buck ya

America

Society

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

'Posed to be
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha ha ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all

on the grind a woman like you be on the mind

I'm tryin to past the time, we can drink some wine, make a lil love (ha ha)

A brother like me be handlin business,

pridetalk, raised to have a manwalk
But by who’s standards? I’m re learning life
Issues with trust prevent me to open up
But when I do open up my words tend

Aught you lil n****s how to double up
All in take that double and quadruple up
Now look all them n****s wanna hoop wit us
Same ones that was hatin

wrapped in
Plastic in a dump truck
Fuck, only built Diadoras
I pull up with a bitch
They thought it was Rita Ora
My lil' head buster keep
His tool ringing

cheating ass 'bout to owe me hundred grand just for a hundred missing
I don't need to dis him, boy'a do it by his damn self
Fuck a button start when I wear

the way I created fame out of folklore
And got bigger than Tom Hanks when he was playing by the Zoltar
I'm shinin' my light with the passion of Christ,

trenches who ready be Robbin
I'm mr meyagi I hide in ya shadows I'm cut like a thief in da night
Come follower a leader see I'm da sensei
da one dat can give

know I'm with whatever
Flyest nigga in my city call me Mr. Feather
Niggas always tryna flex a gun, but they don't ever use it
I think I got these niggas

hood skis up still walk around Got on all black so I go by Mr. Walk Em Down
Drop him on his shit and have him walkin like a zombie now
I'm not interested

I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from

MIA unless a nigga getting paid, I be staying
Out the way watch how you approaching me, cause my brothers
Ain't gon' play Tatted up by Hutch, so my

'm Mr. T now
Scratch off in this foreign
Watch how I get followed by dick chasers
They say my money fake, cause there ain't no way I got this much paper

when you touch outta bounds it's best to toat the 50
Niggas getting wet up
I'm only getting wet up by the bitches in this telly
And I'm bringing

nigga I'm Mr. Stand-On biz
Bitch with her hand out and she tryna give me lip
Freeform dreadlocks nigga with the big boy frizz
Wife beater tank top but I

You know that's jus how it go
I can change the weather in this club don't need thermometer
I'm Mr. Make It Rain lil baby I don't need barometer
You know