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that I think about it I'm glad we not together no more cause lil baby I swear

You give me every reason
To leave you alone, be out on my own
I know you

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

block homie handle your corner
Keep all your heroin, rocks and you mariju-wana
I'm like a - character on the Sopranos or the Wire
You'se a - big pussy

hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach

Im a keep going nobody gone stop us
Get out the way or keep losing ya partners
Ill make that call and you gone by tomorrow
Never caught lacking got

break da law

21 Savage

I Am > I Was

2018

and a brand new Sig (on God)
Lil' boy, get up out the way (yeah)
Lil' boy, we didn't come to play (yeah)
And I got a partner named Dre (Dre)
You can get

dawgs at nowhere
Step in ma yard
Everywhere wide n'out oohhw
Ma Jeep and my summer-cat
Blue and it's new
Keep off when you in without me yahoo
Your hands

name out ya mouth lil bro
Keep my name out ya mouth lil hoe
Ima flex in this bitch i dont really give a fuck about a nigga
We low key and putting up

don't wanna fuck
Street nigga, shout out to my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin' Brasi, pussy nigga you got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness

Alone in the Street

Styles P

Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman)

2007

three, four, five o clock in the mornin', you know I'm tryin' to see more
{"Alone in the street"} All day, all night, All by myself, you know that I'm all

emotions no way I can blame her
Bad bitch but she treash
Niggas know she for the streets
I peeped the shit by the way of ha speech
I know that hoe she is

on you

While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass (uh huh), keep my lady laced (ooh)

fitted
You niggas really are okie
Lil boii you do not knoe me
If you catch you by yo lonely
It's up they on my dead homie
I ain't playin no games
You

the Damn Town keep it gangsta lil bitch ain't no shame in my game i ain't Hiding from shit
Know few Cali niggas hanging out with this Crip so i know my

pussy trash, won't even get a follow
No Mic, she hit a high note
Take Billie out her Jean, Michael
Hit that lil' bitch so good, what you cry for
Stuff my

speak to me
We got situations, let's keep the peace
We lowkey but you know what you mean to me
Love my lil' sneaky link

You already gotta man
Not doin

security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that
That lil bitch too mad I fucked her friend that go by Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop

Georgia nigga
Down by law is you a pussy or a soldier nigga?
Trap scroll same thang,
Street shit gang gang 
Real niggaz make da world small, 
We on da same

at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap

[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,

Nolia Clap

Skip & Exciting Illusions

The Beginning of the End...

2004

at
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap

[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,

Now, why this lil' nigga keep sayin' my name?
(Do it)

Hell nah, fuck that fuckin' Slay, huh
I'll beat your ho back in broad day
(yeah, yeah)
Boy, you

the pantry (Exotic)
Talk of the city got buzz like a bee (Where)
870, 901 Tennessee (Hey)
My nigga LA he keep that shit three (Real)
He told me lil 'bra keep

And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New

Gettin' rich was my only plan (ayy)
'Cause you can't raise my son and have an OnlyFans (facts)
Project windows was my only fans (yeah)
Take my momma out

the Western Main Road

Saying how Trini nice


Dig out your eye, dig out your eye, dig out your eye

Love you bad... Take all you got

Dig out your eye, dig out