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on the forty
Walk nigga down, hit him up then record it
Exotic bitches fall in order
Turn a dime to a quarter
The block hot, Richard Porter
My rides get

When my lil' brody call, I'm sendin' green dots
If my lil' nigga call, I'm pushin' on your block
Shout out my OG, he get him by the block
This

Lil ass nigga ain't safe
Watеr like Voss, ayy how you flexed up
And you nеver left the United States?
I ain't tripping off cost (Ay)
I'm a young ass

I might just break up w this hoe
Tell that bitch pick her shit up
Wore a strap when I hit
I can't slip up
Wide body whip
Amg be the Benz truck

bitch I just pull up and poke her
Grew up playing cee-lo I don't play no poker
We keep us some za, you can tell by the odor
You can get you a bag, just

Brody got caught by the law, now he on criminal offensive shit
Look how we ball, got so far, I just be on impressive shit
Hit em up, AMEX the card, can't

what you rep, this a dirty stick I'm by myself
Body on the pavement I be there
Pick em' up that boy need help
This shit get personal, all that clicking

brothers in mosh pit
Rip the body by the scorpion king
Un cracked by a old fiend
I leave his ass in the streets

Shouldn't be clowned from his punk ass
Make

boy you know that we gone box em in
Hold up wait I gotta get to the play I told lil bruh if he move then you up with the drac spray that bitch right in

Over night niggas ain’t lasting
I had to switch up the tactics
Wanna put lil sis in a mansion
Drip my dad in high fashion
Put my mom in a new tax bracket

you know a Nigga fly
I can hear em calling
Ik they know I’m that lil nigga
I can hear em calling
I had to paint a bigger picture
They tell me lies

saying get em saying fuck repentance
Voices in my brain saying hit em buss until it's empty

Tired of seeing subliminals niggas hoes but I love the hate

'em
Tell 'em take his purse with 'em, when he nap and dirt hit 'em
Fucking maggot, yea you a fucking faggot
Oh your lil' slut ain't tell you I tuck

new dude 
Pull up with a stick let it hit don't care bout consequence 

Ian gone speak to often sent a blitz you know we off'd em 
Took enough losses

On my shoulder
I gotta talk to em
(Gotta talk) (Yeah)
Tell them niggas gotta talk to em
(Woah)
Every king need a queen (For real)
You were sent from up

Showin' Up

Kevin Gates

Murder for Hire II

2016

love the way I
Way I'm cutting up
I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up
She be showin' up
All that ass you got behind you
Slim waist, all

3 hoes on my dick they all lapped up
That shit remind of them days I was fucked up
But I just kick em to the curb like a dump truck
Soon as they get

lil daddy, no worry about a elroy
Bops in my mouth, rocket in my pocket
Sell em, revolver I ain't gotta cock it
Just shell em
Niggaz around the way

as
You give 'em your heart
(Give 'em your heart) she leave me today
She'll be back by tomorrow
Had to boss up, I wasn't taking no job

Who would they call?

B***H

Too Short

Kings of Crunk

2002

[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any

fuck the ice
And free my nigga Lil'
That's my nigga real
Racked 'til the day I die if I hit my kill
Clap niggas homicide hit 'em with the steel
And put

Webbie

Dababy

Back on My Baby Jesus Sh!t

2017

and my lil' bro had the Beamer truck
My niece's get good grades I take em shopping for outfits and tell 'em to keep it up
Then I hit the backstreet

two girls send em the same text
Select all copy paste then hit send
I got big bro waitin on stand by
Circle small whole gang ain't gotta slide
Ima

a real cool (Lil boy)
But she likes em retarded (HEOohhhhh)
She likes em retarded (HEOohhhhh)
She likes her dick retarded (HEOohhhhh)
She likes it retarded