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off
Say put lil monk on the map if he walk it off
I'ma I'ma

I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin to stunt
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't tryin

to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of 


Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black

low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr

and that weird shit
Niggas gon fold depending what the deal is (RAT)
Like popopout no longer beside me (DAMN)
Mr. Dare a lil nigga try me
Missin my twin was

7am I’m up n at it it’s bout to be a good one
Click my dm find my bm n check up on my lil one
I broke my old scale so now I sale em by the unit
I let

Big Fish

I hope you brought that defense!

Hook

I’m that mr big fish
I ain’t with that weak shit
I’m ruling these waters , i can tell who the weak

Friends of Mr. Cairo

Vangelis

Synthesizer Greatest Gold

1992

outta this joint.
Woman: Frankie, when they get here wer're gonna be dead, I know we are! We don't have agun!
Frankie: Listen. We got three million...

By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
You and me, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy

And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living

feel like I've been betrayed by the best friend I ever had
And I feel like something deep inside, once was alive and now its dead
And I've got nothing

She told me to spit all up in her mouth
I'm abusing this shordy biting on her ass
Man you know my lil bop I'm Mr movin tact
Me and brodie gon clean up

at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude

Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions

at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue

Said that I cap, lil' ninja better show up

Smoking HR, man this shit gas

Word to my dead that ninja a daughter



“ Glahh, like Glaahhh “



Big EBK

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must

I'm making p's i'm Lil Peep wit all these L-L-Lines yeah 

Dead Baby, Drop Dead
Drop-dead baby, drop-dead baby yah 
Drop-dead, drop-dead baby

fucking son, he gon' be missing soon
Hey Mrs. Frizzle, can you leave me alone
I don't wanna see that bitch's bone
I seen his blood when I got him gone
Ain't

Born N Raised

Rick Ross

Carol City's King

2008

And when I take off, it's like I took off. 
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by. 
You like a slow motion. 
All in 3-D. 
'cause everywhere I go, they

pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got

rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you

Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make

The time has come I'm gonna cast my spell

You see standing by the window waiting for you to show
I know that's why I call you Mr. 12 double O
Got me covered

with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin

I'm hella strong,