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That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

Sippin' on gin, reminiscing all night
Blowin' them bands by the day, baby
I just bought me a new K, baby
Let 'em know I'll spray, baby
Let 'em know I

play your part
I got a band for a man who treats his shorty like a Queen, more of that
I got a band for a kid who ain't influenced by me, when I make it

methods
I don't got no feeelings left, I ain't showing no expressions
I ain't got no feelings left, I ain't showing no expressions
I got money in my hand

[Chorus--Master P x4]

I wonder when my homies ride
Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry

[Master P]

Uggggh
Made money from cane

Yeah my chopper singing, baby, like Aretha
Get to the guap baby, get to the cheese, ah
Yeah, stop that cappin' nigga, you
Ain't got no P's, ah
On me, oh,

this ain't no fitness
Niggas try to pop me they clicking
This ain't no bop it when she suck me up while she twisting
Free all my dawgs in the prison
I

ain't trynna cuff her I just wanna make them bands bigger cuz in this game wanna take over straight from Montréal by the side of the river

I serve packs

name 
Ima come wit a new hoe no she ain't the same 
Hoe I just want the brain

I'm finna pull up in that Bentley coupe 
I need designer all over my shoe

Making moves to get these bands
You niggas fans
I'm finally switching up
The plans
Ain't got no friends
I need to touch a 100 bands
And then Again
You

by apes. (Dayyumm. Dayuu uuu m)

Niggas goin nuts like we ate a cashew. Made plans to make hella make a band moves. Got a bad bitch and she in

a plane
I got Gucci shades
Ain’t no numbers ain’t no games
Take this shit right by the reigns
I could show you all the things
Come and take my hand don’t

I'll still end up impoverished
But it ain't the road I chose
It ain't the road I chose
I need them bands, I don't need no hoes
Fuck your plans, need

niggas out working, some niggas slay cane
Northview where it's at, I love my projects
We ain't bout shit, young homie that's nonsense
True to the game, we

on Cane, but they ain't old
Katoe pop fours and I pour em, so we gotta bond
Have Fred , knock your head off if you get out of line

Cut  into my bitch like I

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds 
And we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa,

Chevy Bars

Wiz Khalifa

Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young

2019

clear
I hit your BM in her DM then had her with me by PM
Stevie Wonder, I get money off keys and never see 'em, uh
Ain't saying shit boy, you all talk

grams, yeah was to my name
Ain't pitching cane like Lorenzo in Milwaukee
Told her member 3C, thats the parking lot
Homegrown fabric, what I'm walking out

ain't pull out no band in the shoot
But trust me nigga, Prod be getting paid
Let 'em leak out a picture with my ex. Shit, my bad, you caught me with

New God Flow.1

Ghostface Killah

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'

bands in my pockets
You ain't making moves then we can't dance
Making money that part of the plan
All my skills got you stuck in a trance
Got game breaker

shoot that little punk
He ain't want no funk, been a savage before I was Twenty One
I'll put up my fist before pulling that gun
Bring competition I swear

a muthafuckin shame
Aye these niggas tryna merge in my lane
My name ain't Dennis
But I’m a menace with that cane
Oh you ain't get it
That just went over your

fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice
How he ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is
Take that finger out and drop
It to the damn floor
Damn, oh, damage