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Kool-Aid
Ha, I feel bad for Tyrese, man
New York diamonds they get sturdy, get sturdy
Cop a plea, I guess he went told a birdie
Don't mention my name 'less

pregnant and I'm the father
I think something wrong with me
I keep that Crome with me
Demons be hunting me
Tyrese I'm Waist Deep in these streets
Strap sing

pregnant and I'm the father
I think something wrong with me
I keep that Crome with me
Demons be hunting me
Tyrese I'm Waist Deep in these streets
Strap sing

Should I pop the zan or the perk 
All this money a nigga been getting
Its starting to fuck wit my nerves 
And my bitch keep on bitchin I miss her

Check out this
Check out wrist
Check all the bull shit
Right at the door lil bitch
Money and goals lil bitch
Hands on them toes lil bitch
Ankles

Oooooooooo oooooooooo ooooooooooo

Life a lil better when you sitting on Money
I aint talking bout Gs i aint talking bout hundreds
Ching ching ching

Oooooooooo oooooooooo ooooooooooo

Life a lil better when you sitting on Money
I aint talking bout Gs i aint talking bout hundreds
Ching ching ching

Lil foe he was born up in Chicago
Lil foe he was raised by them cut throats
Lil foe know how to hustle and he get dough
Lil foe he ain't afraid

Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I'm

We making that money on money on money we hit that lil' dance
We making that money on money on money we throwing up bands
She used to not fuck with

shoulda punted the ball, you lil runt
On me, tryna stunt and I'll bring it to the front
Now you sitting on the sidelines and it's during Prime Time
Squad

nigga but I feel a lil' (different)
Same ol' nigga but I f- (different, ooh-ahh)

I'm up all night on the psyches' (oh shit)
I do it by myself in my

[Incomprehensible] this, man, then I know that's what you're sayin'
I'm the house wrecker, mic checker, homie with a plan
If I said it, then I did it, lil' nigga,

Don't Trip

Trina

Drank Epidemic

2005

Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy

Don't Trip

Trina

Bootleg This, Pt. 2

2005

Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy

Don't Trip

Mannie Fresh

Southern Smoke 18

2006

Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy

you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food

Yeah, that's my lil

a dummy, bitch
You be talkin’ to me like you wantin’ that money
Lil’ bitch I want hundreds and hundreds, bitch 
Ay’ mane why in the fuck do these people be

get romantic dirty Diana start dancing (Hold up Hold up)
I can not love the lil bitch I leave that shit for her parent (Hold up Hold up)
Mixing codeine

out a yellow bone
Get yo pin and yo money forever gone
Make it ring on that boy like a message tone
Fuck nigga better give me least eight feet
Put em in

Let them bitches hate they only hate you getting money 
Being broke is a joke she be all about her money 
Lil mama bout a dollar she ain't got

Watch how I move, get the money, drop the bag lil' bitch
She got oooh!, stupid body, she a bad lil' bitch
Why you hatin', step your game up, don't be

goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo

Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by

while I smack
You wit' five aces
You ain't got no money, nigga, I'll take it
556s leave you wit' some spine braces

Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, halmes
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