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before May
Still kicking shit day by day
I wouldn't be here today without Bae
My bitch gone do What I say
And I Still got gas By da bundles
Hay still

it
Uzi in my lap and I know how to use it
66 thou, yeah we up lil bitch (what)
Yeah you know we gettin money
I ain't gotta prove it
Ain't never been

others and manage to still catch a stray
Either way it go I still get some praise by the day cuz these niggas can’t drown my wave—

V2:
Got a tatto

really in the mood
Benji got the glock 22 he gon shoot
Aye benji huh
What it do
Mr Pimp on yo bitch, choose or lose
You pull up in buckets, i skrt off in

Give it all to you like every dollar that I'm earnin'
Sophisticated me, I need that Clicquot by the curtains
Ice bucket tray with a sunny tan burnin'
She

Sosa
Suspekt Style
Deep Inside
So many fears, like will I succeed?
I ain't even in it for money although it's my need
Weed, has got me eyes drippin

the game keep the bench warm
Make it rain in the club that's the best storm
That bitch giving me head I ain't ask for it
Nigga where is my bread I been asked

to the scene, got to give it and show them love
If you been a hater, see you later, you became a dub
I always been a fighter in my heart, never gave up
Lost it

balance and i'm looking at my savings
I got myself some money but i still got me
my demons
When it comes to writing music i be by myself
Surrounded by

low
And your girlfriend just a treesh
I'm in her hole like bagel
When I get up in them cheeks
I make it stretch like Karo
Yea she for the streets tell

on the pole
Pull up, hop out, throw it to me, I'ma score
Like OBJ in the super bowl
I hop out and my neck on froze, Fiji water
Super cold, she like damn babe

to twerk it
Got her yerpin like i popped me a perky
My bitches aint broke they gone pick up the tab
You cuffing a shone but she still up for grabs
Begging

and hesitation
Got a chopper in the back fuck around and get decimated
Haters can't stand me oh boy the love to test my patience
Yeah I fucking get it I'm

put us in a hole every other night
Police the biggest yea we kno we pray 
Aye
Why you think it's so many high speeds
We not tryna die by the police
They

How it go
Mhm, hmh
Mhm, hmh
Mhm, hmh

Fuck the quarantine
I'm up in Quintana
Peso in my pocket
About to run a tab up
Mamacita got a body
Posing for

dig?)

I went and called on young Illz
He come and pour it in my Faygo (Lean, lean)
Nigga try run up but I keep the K
It came wit' a potato (Brrt, bang)

Girl, you got me floating in confusion
This must be an optical illusion
It's been six whole months, you've been hitting my line
Reminiscing, got me

a pot hole
Think I'm trippin, now my tabs due
When your problems turn colossal
Getting used to this new costume
Can I still be your apostle
I don't even

AM and the food case as well
Feels like that first time in my life
That I ain't threatened by the cage or bell
But I still gotta take these risks
Sawn

Get It Right

DMX

Opposite of H2O [Clean]

2000

s***
Like look at that, now look at that slide - it in my book bag
I'm who parents point they fingers at, "get from that hood rat."
And put it back;

not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Feet, fail me not, this may be

don’t love

I don’t always say it but by my actions how I show love

Loved by couple sweet ones that’s probably what got em salty

Yo weed liquor vibes in

it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)

Solo

Frank Ocean

Blond

2016

Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose my jacket and hit a solo
One