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We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out

low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr

to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of 


Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black

But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (I'm too turnt to sleep, yeah)
If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin'

and the players (Word)
Got sticks in Andreas (Huh)
Baby, bring it up
(Go) , bring it up (Go) like stayess (Go, go)
She do a split on the dick (I ain't lyin')
Lil

hoes in my crib
They all Mexican
I'm trying to get a lil quick smoke session in
She don't live in section 8
She live in section 10
I hit the pussy from

Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself 
both of us just popped a pill 
and now am feelin'

wockiesha like bagmoney 
He crashed out I fell in love w keke her ass chunky 
I passed out thryna fuck the bitch like mr Marcus 
I laughed loud when I bust

ain't blinded by revenge
Pack touched down, I spread it like a rumor
Oldschool sweatsuit, velour with the puma
Mezcal-Mexican, cigar from Cuba
You are my

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

careful lil nigga
All of my niggaz are plotting
You already dead lil nigga

Woo
Woo
I'm checking for synergy and energy
So, watch how you step to me,

cut
Next up might be you, get bucks?
I do too I can do anything buying shoes by the twos why don't you hall le lu all praiseS to his name
This is you

Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ that's why i hear

of Texas, teeth goin' bling-bling
Lil' ol' Ms. Ling Ling, givin' happy endings
I was fifteen years old, pushin' weed on a ten speed
I'm a lil' ass Mexican

Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make

kick it like Mbappe
Lil shawty, yo body
Need to spoil that
Like where your soil at
Cant let them soil that, aye
I could crank and let it heat, or let it

me feel like I'm a dentist (mhmmm)
I'm a menace on the block Mr.Wilson I'm Dennis (you heard)
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In

I've made

Mr. Sandman
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me things

Mr. Sandman 
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me

see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that

lease
Just a lil freak in town for the week
But she wasn't fucking with me when pockets was E
Now she wanna fuck with me and pop a lil E
But I'm sorry lil

fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man

I Got Pulled Over

Kid Frost

East Side Story

1992

[Police]	
There they go over there!
Aw man, shit!
I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas
I hate those fuckin' Mexicans