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Lil' Rob caught up in the mix with my flips
Make it last long just like a flick, got many flows so take your pick
Got more tricks than a magician
Fuck

Lil' Rob caught up in the mix with my flips
Make it last long just like a flick, got many flows so take your pick
Got more tricks than a magician
Fuck

last, cuz we gonna blast you up
I get the cup, and mix it up mix it up
We get the bag, and flip it up flip it up
Lit in the club, live it up live it up

on my problem
Bitch you ain't going hail
Put blessings on my problems
Mix that Heaven with that Hell
What the Hell nigga
Bambii be that top
Got verses for

You fake
You funny
Count rays
It's sunny
Yo mix
It's muddy
Watch me
Be somebody
You fake
You funny
Count rays
It's sunny
Yo mix
It's muddy
Watch me

Shake

Dré

The Glamorest Life

2005

Yep [Trina]
G's up [Lil Scarppy]
Im back [Trina]
Trina trina [Lil Scrappy]
That's Right [Trina]
I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up

not beggin'
I'd rather die for my freedom
Than live like a peasant
Depressions, recessions
The past and the present
Slavery to segregation
I still rob

why my eyes always hang low
I'm on my fatal activities (don't kill my vibe)
Mix the Xanax in my Hennessy (say what say what?)
Got that Camiflo
Yeah, X's

Hold up
Lil ling baby
Throw that shit back bitch
Drop that ass down pick it up slow (real slow)
Babygirl lemme see u get low (get low)
Goin shake

low numbers

I put a half on it change the color working wonders
Can't get caught up in my feelings was bought up by some killers
No aggression I be

that's mix and match
Got pounds of weed Lil' P got crack
Not using fists my choppa clap
If the bitch talk back then
The bitch get smacked
Got golden grill

Move a lil smarter cause I got it now
Hometown hero like I'm Pacquiao
Fiji to the ears like I'm finna drown
Move it on the low, make em run around

Ugh my boy Arod
Lil Fadeaway ugh
Huh yeah
Me and Arod we go crazy
We just hop in the studio and we just say shit
And shit just comes out crazy you

You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You

the average joeeee
I don't talk that shit and work the curbs like hoes
Too low
Your prices couldn't buy my soul
Oh nooooo
They out here just taking soulss
Oh no

not just the average joeeee
I don't talk that shit and work the curbs like hoes
Too low
Your prices couldn't buy my soul
Oh nooooo
They out here just

say that I was just a slob
So I think I'll just get by while I gamble and rob
I've hit a new all time low
A few inches were added to the dirt on my

dropping and I'm splashing but my ice Froze I ain't cappn Bitch

Why you creeping on the low  lil Bitch
Trynna fuck the gang better slow Down by
Grown nigga,

a blicky right by my feet
Just left cookie spent a bag I don't wanna see that receipt
Fye up the gas I need some drank trying to po me a lil 3
I ain't sipped

She say she wanna rob 
I told her chill out aye go get a job
But she said that money to slow for her
Money to low for her 
Shiid just go for it

Rags

the streets why young nigga froze
My niggas be shooting they shoot like the pros
We catch a lil nigga turn him to logo
Dissing my homie that's a low blow
Just

a chauffeur
Cause I'm a star like nova
Get the assist like I'm Dellavedova
My money blue like Grover
Nigga like Westbrook, all he do is turnover
That lil hoe

(Makers)
Gon' pull up on 'em, pull up
Yeah
Should I get it? No cap
(Run that back Turbo)

(Sex) My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I

Yeah
Lil Uzi
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I'm Headed towards the stars
I set the bar
I could give a fuck about this Audemar
If I died tomorrow
Would you still lie