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Wishing for my end no
Gonna have to keep on wishing
By now they should all know
Ain't the end a new beginning
Even at my lowest low
Take your spot I'll

the blows
My dime she a 10 we don't fuck wit no hoes
Talkin bout bitches you had
Big ugly bitch you would fuck on the low
Ion care where he go he gon ride by

Drinks on the table with the white
Never say never cause I might
Might slide to your place when I'm low down
Might sip a lil juice just to slow down

get it on the right track
All my life it's, it's been like that
What you know, what you know
Baby I been feeling so low
All my life I've kept my eyes

Yeah, Lil Dunk, on the track, y'all ready know what the fuck it is

Give life as I'm living through it
Dumbfounded in music
But by the time I'm done I

Huh? (we got London on da Track), okay
Look (I'm in London got my beat from London)

You know I ain't never had shit (okay)
Now I'm somewhere in

fishing
Catch a opp by his self then he end up  missing Tell the opp drop the low why them nigga dissing they Mad that I'm up they don't wanna see me

bread low, niggas be urkle Winslow, we light up da purple and smoke, lil mama wit da press all up at my doe, black lingerie and a trench coat, low pay

boss
Ain't no cheat codes
Ayy, ayy, change the bitch, change my sheets
Oh, lil' nigga, it's a switch on that
So be careful ayy, I bet you won't go get
No

give u 2 for the 5
I'll get u 10 for the low
Seein the pin for my bro
Got a few stax In the coat
I'm a go get me a boat
If u need pax
Im a go get u

Weather Man

Paul Wall

The Houston Hard Hitters: Version 7.0 - Chopped & Skrewed

2005

already know in this man
A lil somethin' for the fans
I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct"
Ya ain't know I had this did

think lil uzi was right, I just went up in my price
My flow get so wet when I type in my phone, that I gotta go put it in rice (god damn)
Drop the hammer

cursive,
It's so submersive
Perfecting my role as a word smith
Confrontin my inner demons,
And punk these niggas like lil bitches
I lace the track like

and done it

This aint a full track lil bitch, this a sonnet
Call that nigga Stevie Wonder cause I hit him in his socket

I don't wanna listen to his shit,

smokin dem ports
get my life on track

Shit move a lil different
and I aint trynna look back

I had to quit smokin dem ports
and I aint talkin bout you

Soopaman Luva 3

Redman

XXX Hip Hop

2003

ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first

get them bags in and I'm stacking
Got off my ass in no time I passed them
Looney Bankroll
Lay Low Live Large
Looney Bankroll
Mmm

smoking this Doja
You got you a Soulja
Im saying you don't know how groovy it get

Be the rudest lil bitch
But I like that
If I wrote you from the county

french baby, don't go blamin' the fate you chose on me
One seven a b
Ha ha
Eastbird on the track, motherfucker
Paris by night, champagne n' love
Hey
Paris

a check right now, uh
I could get you whacked right now

I owe it all to my partner, jumped out that Hummer like a shotter
Lil' shawty gave me her

shit that they can't control, while I'm making moves and working out deals to get this dough
I been coolin, doing my thing and staying low key
Rolling up

every phone I get is tap 
Feds tuned in tryna see when ima get a pack 
But I get it on the low 
Then I move it by the O
Gotta money problem always tryna

feel a lil ominous
i be offline kuz i dont bloggers
everyday struggle on mamas
we tryna get the fuck out this apartment i gotta go farther i gotta young

mid-grade
Without a job, yeah I still get paid
I am one, don't work one
Get blown up by a real one
You bothered and real salty
On the beat and track and I