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You get more for your money
When you fuck with Mr. Porter

Yeah
Tweak my vocals just a lil bit
Yeah
Turn me up sound man just a lil bit

Good

mahself

And I'm a movement by mahself
But togetha we a force

Niggas lives gon' get lost
You fuckin' wit a G

I'm a mafuckin' rider

I'm Mr shoot-You-Up

Sold Out

Dorrough

Get Big

2010

I work for Mickey D's!
Told your girl what she wanted to hear, (Say it!) now she believe! (Ha!)
Took lil' mama home and swiss beat it up - Alicia

grows passed the tree root made of concrete
But it grow so big he inspires lil me
I could grow like wheat I could leave the streets
And be anything you

don't blend with 'em
Gotta keep a burner on me like I'm Mr. Smithers
I'm feeling like none of you niggas come as advertised
Bunch of killers with no

dumb like we throwing the bay up 
These pills I been popping cause I gotta stay up
My Granny said pray up 
I grind by my lonely 
Rest easy knockerz we

grip my pillow im fading
He a lil freak all about that degrading
Bootyhole tight after him, my shit gaping
Grabbin his ass hair I might as well braid it

her ass back home on the same night

Same day same flight gave her pipe
Sent babygirl to her broke ass nigga the same night
I'm talking mrs new booty

Yea Yea
I was like uh
Leave me out to die
By my side
Where was you at?
Like where was you at?

I get them racks yea
Why these bitches all on me just

a brain of Mrs. Obama
One semester left from being the first earning yo diploma
Came too far to throw it away by trying to model for FashionNova
Not trying

after
Multiply the factors that make the pockets fatter
I only want the cheese, y’all keep the beef & tea
Cause if ya gotta burned, lil buddy 3rd degree
I

Bitch I'm a rhymer
All in yo lady vagina
She sit on the dick so I had to recline her
I might fuck on her sister cause she a lil finer
Killin shit

to Texas, straight diamonds skip the gold
Great timing don't miss the goal
You talking to Mista chose
Shawty you gone ride? Stick by my side
You gone be Mrs

(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that

jeans
Still tryna get a gift by any means
So I went and made a deal with Mrs Clause
Taught me how to bag Santa, hold up, pause
She just meant that I could

Yeah mr c4, so stay dangerous
For sure (You know) it's Big 4
(Just pay the guy)

Ayy, I might call that bitch
When I'm tryna fuck
Ayy, I might cop

I know you aggravated you'll get your time
By then I hope your mind is activated
Overcome tasks, we grew up fast
That's just the saddest statement
One

war time
Give me four 9's
Like a Jordan comeback, I sport a fo' five
Carbon 15
This ain't Fortnite, no

Laurent wit no socks
Lil jawn on my top
She

She said she gone eat the team
Bitch swear?
There gomy Amiri jeans
Right there
Got the Dirty glock bitch Im Mr clean
Serving Os by the load feel like

motherfuckin' boy, Mr. Q-Tip
Loc back in the booth, sippin' goose and juice

And this time, bitch, I'm goin' for broke, still slangin' caine
Bagging weed, will

im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like

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It's a quarter to 3
And I'm about to go
Ey Mr. DJ please, would you throw my record on
Cuz the girl on the flo's lookin right (right),
and you've been

I’m killin shit
You like dead presidents, yeah I’m with the shit
Ironic Mr. Franklin isn’t on the list
That’s a hunnid, the top boi I’m coming
You not

are new u might extend a red carpet Smokin sherbert lil nigga fuck the cigarrets
Got couple G ties aint even talk bout it
Look what i got on my wrist