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cappin', facts
Like, how you say you run this game, I'm ahead of this game
True say that I lapped it
And I took a trip down to Monaco
Went out to Paris I

Pree Me

Sneakbo

Pree Me

chick wanna hang, wanna par with gang
They wanna link the g's, wanna b-b-bang
I'm in Miami with Alisha, Dubai doing shisha
LA, California, flexing with

not lackin'
Play and it gonna get tragic
I put that on everything
All of my niggas, they bang
Not gettin' no money, can't hang
Boy, you know we not

Take Em Down

MoStack

Stacko

swords
You ain't on the block, you're a fraud
Nah, nah, you don't bang
Nah, nah, you ain't gang
Nah, nah, you just ran, yeah, yeah
You just ran, yeah,

I'm Just a Man

Kabaka Pyramid

Kontraband

2018

the hands dem come out
When dem looking fi a dollar
Mi waan fi do it better cah dem coulda be a scholar
Or an artist performing at the Apollo
But dem

24

Dead Obies

Dead.

2019

fast watchin' out the glass, re-count fo' I hit the gaz
Big Five doing big things in a G class with a bigger bag, racks
Like it or not, theres no

new nigga
Not because they lookin' out or tryin' to see if it's killin' me, but
To poke holes at me like I'm one of they enemies
Not knowin' we split

mora lgoal
Finma mchina, kho, we balling
3emmerna zgelna chi call-out (yeah, yeah)
3ettaya ketro, qu'est-ce qu'ils font là? (yeah, yeah)
Wagfin

a ghost world
Chitty bang roasted
We echo through the sky like a unicorn
Your mind ain't dead you were always unborn
Memory torn wobbly roller coaster

Mo' life, mo' weed
I see you looking at me 
But I'm out yo league
I could tell how you move 
But you not my speed
Not saying less about you

Clap Clap (Ein Messer im Bauch)

Fler

Airmax Muzik

2007

Schwanz sieht aus wie Babyarm mit Apfel in der Hand
Du kannst sagen: Dieser Rapper ist out
Doch vor dem Club kriegst du Messer in Bauch
Wir stechen dich

to come and be my wife
But I'm sorry baby girl the situation's looking tight

Big drip, I pull up like quick quick
If my niggas talking bang then I

the wait)
No sad, no bad days in LA (no days, no days, no days, yeah)

You was waiting, I was chasing
Stomping out the store, Gucci bracelet
No

don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet
Ah, 'cause I'm dancin' with heat
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat
Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's
Back to my

Kilos

Aitch

Kilos

2019

out 
If I decide to take chase 
'Cause I'm in super cars now and nobody can relate

And it's the modern day mafia, shutting down the scene
Pulling

I jestem i zrobię im nalot, że bang
Track za trackiem, feat za featem
Żaden nie jest tu przypadkowy
Nie z byle rakiem czy z byle typem
Co myśli, że se

room realigned my zoom
Hope she thinks that I look well groomed
Rock Paper Scissors to the cut cut cut
Cut it out
Of my life

Woah
Yeah

I no longer wish

say
Bad man ja kpe kpe
Bad man ja kpe kpe

Man dem from way back
Ebi say the money for the maybach
Abi out here getting ma paper
To all the shodys wey

with my flow
x3

Go

I take the lead and they follow

I Tek the lead and they folla
I bad up the ting like hollah
I bang for the love and not da dolla

niggas you walking with your chest out
When it's a problem we the niggas they call to come protect now
You don't want your mama to get that call you

unfair
Go from square one to atmosphere, then back to here, and
I thought I had it on lock, turns out you can't restrict it
Can't rush it, can't predict

Can't work no nine to five, in my eyes that's wastin' time
I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
I done got it out the mud but they still

Don't say a word, don't let anyone hear
Let's take the backdoor, we'll get outta here
Away from the glare of everyone's eyes
Out in the darkness,

yellin' out they real, (Romo) then be fake as shit 
(Fake as hell)
How you look me in my eyes and you tellin' lies (damn)
Let a bad bitch drive while I