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Trapalone be the gang lil bitch know that we the mob
You he thinking I'm crazy or not?
Pockets swollen bitch filled wit a knot
Big brother ride

imma wait til they finish
Rocking a chrome heart jacket wit these Rick
Owens and Miyake denim
Snakes in the grass I can't get hit by venom
Let my lil bro

Rollie tick tock
Diamonds dance till Andy comin, quick stop
That shit fugazi, Patrick Swayze cut the lil act
Niggas claim they sippin on act, where you get

Got boy runnin' suicides he'll run around
All the drums came wit' sticks marching bands
Disappear do em' like tricks find ya' mans
Told the lil' bitch

wanna fuck right now no movie
I'm riding wit Draco dat nigga go stupid
Yeah
I'm wit lil bro in the trap spot
We in the field all day like a mascot
How you

believe
Way you shine n wear ya maybeline
Find the time tonight n stay wit me
Hit it like I’m in the major leagues
I am the alpha omega
I am the one of one

Dance wit you I'm loving the way you move
I've been watching you can't take my eyes off of her
Feel like it's just us two
Ain't no one in the room I

Dance wit a nigga and you know it’s on sight
I’m the prince of dance call me “Lil Mike”
With a crown on my head, I’m the king of the dead, Osiris
She my

I'm right there by the stop sign
Lil' bro hopped in the front, tucked in the Glock 9 Mike was on go somehow he knew the route line
Lil' bro distracted,

(aw, yeah)
D.C. wit' a lil' chocolate bar (aw, yeah)
St. Louis gotta show me wassup (aw, yeah)
I heard Chicago got the sh!t sewed up (aw, yeah)
I

(Naw)
I treat it just like yo last lady (Huh)
You pop yo best shit and I curve it (Karate)

She feel the way that I dance (I move)
I wanna feel in her

sai why he mad i left his hoe a lil cash
Guess it’s more then he was giving her so she just left his ass
I’m sure I’m stepping by my lonely but the gang

fuck now shit bag 
Back door you a stain for the quick cash 
Tryna clout for a name wit ya sis ass 
Gave ya main bitch a name  wit her thick ass
 How you

Shelby Drive
We smoking fye'
Can't go out without no vest just cuz your haters sleep wit iron
Diamonds make you dance bitch
A-P keep me flexing
I don't do

You could be my type
Chemistries right
See by the end of the night
You make it so hood
Baby it's all good
I'm down if you can handle it
We make a fit

just to get by
Thought you was gon get rich you just gettin high
The opps family mad at us
Ridin wit the spatula
I could've said the drake but the feds

Play Your Part, Pt. 1

Girl Talk

Feed the Animals

2008

dance floor
And bend ya back low
She do it wit no hands
Now stop pop and roll
I'm smokin bubba hoe
Yea dey in trouble hoe
I like da way she move

Record Haters

E-40

Tha Hall of Game

1996

Yo check it out.
Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace.
(Yo what up kid?)
From the... what, what, what team is that you play for

whatever it do
But that's up to you mama
She wanna dance wit it
No hands up in my room tada
Look like she wanna be famous
Posted in my room up like a canvas

Rock-a-bye baby

V1
This Lil shotta roll up on me.. say he like da way I Rock up..

say dat he wan fuck ..well how much money you gone cough up..

U

again I swear money my habit
All of my bitches the baddest
I go hard kuz lil bitch im a savage
I'm going hard
(Yea) (Hold up)
You can not guard me
(Uh)

me feel alright
Every night
We'll watch some old school movies
Lay with you by my side
We could
Slow dance all around
Your bed room to
Like the
80's

phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I

em nigga fuck you and yo mans, (aye)
By any means protect the brand, (aye)
I bet the glocky make em dance, (yea)
I bet you I can make em dance, (aye)
I