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Look At Shorty Over There 
Looking Like A Yacht
Stacked From Front To Back
Ya Heard 
 
She Got Ass By The Boatload Got Me On Some Other Shit Make Me

and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mine
Don

know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go

the hands of time
Cause my rhymes will always be micmicid
By everyone else Like a pantomime

Don't pretend to be a fan of mine
Acting lost like you from Kubo

trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album

You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left

Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got

You know the one that made the club go dumb?

[Chorus]
Hey the club turned back, and they all into the back
Take it to the max, they don't know

You know the one that made the club go dumb?

[Chorus]
Hey the club turned back, and they all into the back
Take it to the max, they don't know

The gin and juice gets me bent
You start the trippin' and flippin' and
Then ya hit the C
Niggas know a G like me don't play
Disagree, then I got something

this before  
It's a sign of addiction I'm on you 
I tell you to listen 
You tell me to fuck off 
You get it, I get it  
You don't want it now but

fucking dream, I'm sleep paralysis (Hoo!)
Since the album hit, I've been stackin' chips tryna balance shit (Uh)
Really pulling strings, got my fingers

Acknowledge

Masta Ace

Underground Airplay Version 1.0

2001

that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better

been fire, so keep this album on repeat
Been bobbing your head and tapping your feet
And throughout, we've been keeping it PG13

And these other artists,

Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up
Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me
Pinkie rings, it's still M-O-B (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

I been tryin',

The Grand Finale

Dr. Dre

Concrete Roots

1994

This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by

Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album

settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it

I say, oh my, oh my, oh

gon' lie 'bout that
'Nother day getting to business
I swear I'ma ride for that
Don't ask me for no favors
If you ain't gon' cop my album, real life
They

Don't hate

Royce da 5'9"

Der Beste Tag Meines Lebens

2002

a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with

Never Let Me Down

Jay-Z

The College Dropout

2004

God given
This is hard livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc

shielding my dick
Have baby by me baby these groupies they make me sick
My stick we don't restrict we get through thick like afro picks
It feels Vic's

5 Seconds

Roscoe

Young Roscoe Philaphornia

2003

torch 'em, I'm hot to death
Ready scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starch
I noticed a lotta y'all pups like to bark
But don't never hit the fence

hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck