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hurt 'em
Catch 'em slippin' boy, I'ma burn 'em
Dang gang gang, I'ma turn 'em
Show them lil jits how the game go
Just a lil something 'bout a street code

they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit

by the pole like a mf stripper
Whip out my pole and i call it back ripper
She said i go deep my name saved as big dipper 
Dip Dip 
Stick to the code

I lost my brother bitch I ain't friendly
My lil shooter came to drill ya in a civic
Pour some more mud if your cup a lil empty
I know a lil thang

the way Master E
Oh it's coming no doubt
I might actually put a lil price on my feature
Let somebody manage me
Make you a fan of me
Working for nothing
Some

know give me a motherfuckin break, will ya?

shorty was da bomb brown skin honey with the dough 
found out she was a lil' ho but still yo
pushed up

Stella

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

Luther King Drive
Whole team getting high, on phones
We learned different codes of pig Latin
So the jakes don't follow our trail with sick patterns

missing like trips to Bermuda
And I told that hoe come back wit my guala
Niggas never had no bank no commas
Remember your niggas get stained by there

Weezy Baby

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II [Clean]

2005

a knapsack
Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino f***ing Brown
And, this is Tha Carter hoe, this is a quarter stick
This in ya garter ho, leave out

move me
All my designer by Louis
Half a M in the suitcase
Cartier got blue face
Check out the jewelry
Aint no cap in my rap
Nigga can't give me no dab

that boy come his bih cuz that lil hoe won't leave me lone
Tryna get dem racks up I'm addicted to the hustle
They ain't gotta give it to me
But I'm

cannot fuck with that lil hoe, get her out my space
Aim that 45 at your face, spray that bitch just like some mace
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woah)
I'm

(Wooh)
I switch up the area code
The flow my clothes
But never the bros
I'm mixing up all of the sick concoctions
You row we tipping the boat

I'm up 9-5,

This
Is
The art of Tartaria
Far as your third
I can see
What lyes clear all around your Area Code
Don't go by what they're selling ya
No
I'm telling you

that hoe, she a lil moody
I'm by myself, I need the bag
Fuckin' that hoe, tellin' that bitch
Turn on the toolie

I blew me a bag, I'm so cool
These

Surrounded by family I love my woes
You can't pay me shit to step on they toes
Forever I Gotcha I'll stick to the code
I took a lil break I just had

the pay

Always on the road
constantly on the go show after show
Meeting these women in different area codes
Hoping on me like a toad

Women love it when I

but I move like I'm blanco
 Knock da meat out ya mufuckin taco 
Move around then I'm back to the blocko
 Rob a nigga make him put in the lock code

be chilling bruh, chilling bruh 
One day its gone be real different nigga you cant hit me up 
My number you cant dial it up, you don't know the area
I

Know that I live by code (Code)
Sticking and moving I pick and I roll (Role)
Never give all of my time to no hoe (No)
Stay in my bag like I live

sauce that I got man I really got plenty
Dancing like Michael, I just got top from my side hoe
She live by my code, I'm doing this shit with my eyes

(Brutto)
(Aye Zay das my slimeball das my slatty)
I'm on Bankhead with exotic bags in the coupe (yeah, yeah)
My lil' shooter gon' take heads if I

yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code

Strobelite Honey

Black Sheep

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

1991

have a number or something?"
Listen it's ahhhhhhh, 765-4321
"What area code is that?"
One, nine-hundred


Verse Two: Dres

Listen here dear, step