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tempo
Huckleberry Finn, Magoo the South Pimple
Caught up in my lingo, be not girl, I'm Bingo
Help I see a Beatle, cool out that's only Ringo
Missy sang

the sack up, get the bag up
Back up, coming from the south
We down to bounce
(Uhh) Yeah, We down to pounce
(Yeah)
Riding with the stick, I'm in the phantom

'em meet me outside
We're throwing the hands
My pockets parade, I stay with them bands
My wolves stay hungry like Duran Duran
Air Force one I'm too fly

Hunnit bands
Hunnit sticks
Hunnit bands
Hunnit sticks
Ballin hard with no assist
I'm with the mob hittin licks
Hunnit bands
Hunnit sticks

I got

focused and fill up the safe
Can't go big on big
Hit a lil' nigga with a big old Fin
Oh, you not not on my kin
I'm poppin' that shit and I'm settin'

reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble

Are you saying that

No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by

bands that i touch
Pineapple fanta my cup
Niggas so mad that I'm up
They never handed me nun
Walk in this bitch with a hand on my gun
Taking my shit cause

Hopping off a jet just to make it to the trap
Poppin out my Benz with my hand on my strap
Made bout 20 in a month just by how I rap
Before you talk

Aye gang gang
Aye gang gang bitch
Yea yea yea
Bounce out hop out with that Glock and make him fold
Woah woah bitch bitch aye aye aye

Down south baby

you on
She like, oh nothing
I’m tryna fuck (Boy pull up)
Who you with (My best friend)
I’m by myself (Okay come on)
At this point they both fucking
Pop

a doubt
Who we be? Baby South Bound
You better back up I'm going in
I'm taking it all, I'm here to win
As I'm living in sin with the whitest of skin
That's

these digits (Run it up)
Really gotta stack a milli'
Only the real can relate, gotta feel me (Huh)
You niggas can't fuck with me (Nope)
I'm ballin' out in

spin around let me see what its about, uh
In between the lines like I'm filling in the grout, uh
Put my dick in her mouth, and my nut down the south

Bitch better we warned 
Patfaded going hard, this is Ebony porn 
They gon' probably know my name by the end of this joint
Drop jaws like I'm Forbes 
Man

The Game Belongs to Me

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game

dumb
Dollars swelling like a plum
I'm a man with a plan
Hit the can inside my van
Counting up my racks
Hit a vape
I got a cig inside my bag
Split a band

never change up
I’m still riding round town 
With a shorty that’s fly
I’m Tryna get high tonight 
You know what’s up 
South beach club
Meet me at 11ven

does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all

fucked up with the gang
Eish
In the night time s'yabangena
Eish
I'm live for the gram
Eish
She gon wild out for the bands

Nigga anime kancane
I'm busy

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

molded in Assyria
With processed Beryllium by the quintillion
They cooked on symmetrical stoves
With my logo etched above the hole where they inserted

I'm dripping like water no tap
These niggas cap when rap
I count up 10 bands in my lap
You flexing your big brava strap
I sleep on these niggas like

Got these bands in my hand and I'm rocking
Do my dance with these bands ain't no stopping
We run up to the plays you just jogging 
Got these bands in

the smeeze
Bands on me With this Walmart white T on
Jiggy with it Dancing on a bitch like I’m NeYo
Young nigga came a long way from Tostitos
Now I’m on south

, Hundred Bands
Hundred bands in a Bando

Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
I go to war with a hundred of 'em
Everything I got by Faith
So I ain't gotta focus