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got a lot to lose 
Kno what i gotta do 
Hit you wit a mac, yeah I'm talking MAC- Adoo
You like model bitches? yeah i like em too 
So much that I like

Cool nigga bout to get into some hot shit
Riding with my Filipino nigga with the chopsticks 
And yea we run them birds on the ground like an ostrich

a Jones for it like I'm Donell
And my girl so fucking bad
I put her ass in timeout
Know you hungry calm down
Quit sighing all loud
Got enough to go around
I

Life can come at you fast 
Like a thief in the night 
Like some ciraq savages
Creeping through the door

So I tell myself at all times 
Keep your

a look in side my psyche

Bitch I fuck the pussy raw
Pussy know that semi cocked
Shoot don't think like I'm the law
Want these tats like I'm D. Law, ay

got a wicked sense of humour and intelligence in spades
You'll never find another like her, isn't that so damn cliche
Of all the fishes in the ocean,

focused u being watched by a lot of eyes
U gotta try fuck living like u not alive
I know its hard to ask for help u got a lot of pride
Do ya thing u got

Niggas kissin on my ass
Anybody try to test me they get lit up like some gas
On my sack, for the bag
Bitches always tryinna trap
Any ho that's fuckin wit

Yea, yea 
Aye, aye, aye
I wanna 

Moving real fast 
Thru the dash
She pop it like that 
Gone bring that ass back 

I love the way she taste 
Ooooooh

been up for about two...
Days getting high I got like two...
Ways which way should I pick
Either way I'm getting stoned ain't talking by a brick
Brick

and you dont know a thing
The world on my brain and the pussy is pink
The niggas is lame i dont want em by me
That bitch underage ima need a id
Trapped in

(petite)
I'm the kinda nigga that you want (for real)
Get a couple listens on my songs (legit)
Girl, I can take you round the world
By that I really mean

goin pop pop it on the pole
Drop stop before the floor
So much ass too hard to control
It go uhhhh woah
I know she on go
She goin ride me like a bike

rap beast to be exactly
In the streets i go hard trap jumping like a track meet
When it comes to them bricks i get it cracking like a ass cheek
Talk

really in the field we send it out by the crate 

Yea we really do them drills we Gon run him out the gate 

Smoking on that za shit fuckong up my pace

Like it's codiene
I'm pourin, shit leanin
Yea i'm feelin godly
You heard what i said
Bitch i'm feelin godly
Shut the fuck up

Floatin in it like it's

at the skies
Am driving by
You can't catch me soi why try
You can't stash me so why buy
I do it right
I so ignite
The fire lit up under your ass
Make you

CASH ON DECK

Cashon deck
And my bitch like a mermaiiiid
Racks on deck
While I’m stepping in my merseeeeeedes
Racks on deck 
And we winning we in

inappropriate way to get up there
Stabbing your ass and your blood all around

Verse 2:

You think I’m good? I’m evil creature
Wish you the death, wanna live I

Come here girl let me kiss on you baby
Smack and that ass and drivin you crazy 

No they ain't fuckin wit mine 
You can tell by the way she designed

still have moreTo buy new kicksAnd look good for your GirlfriendYou know that thotOnly date yaaa for moneyAnd pillsBroke ass nigger
Fuck a label (ay)Hello

When they see  me cash out 
 Women chase, 
 I feel like flava flav , 
I avoid the hate, 
With a quick 
Get the fuck out face, 

Hit the plug 
He gone

all this change taught me how to count my blessings

Every dollar counts like accounting's my profession 

Diamond in the rough but I’m surrounded by

your bottle but I'm on the fifth
You sound and you smelling like ass
Fuck and I cum and I dip and I dash
Wrap you up by the legs, tie you up like a pig