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many drugs enter my lungs it slow my functioning
I have them shooters on yo ass and on the hunt for you
Skeletons in my closet that’s dead bodies that be

yeah

I swap out and get me a new one to pull up Yeah, I'm about to get right, yeah
Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay
Getting that money,

the shit
Tell me who the shooter is
Name a price, I could do with it
Off a perc, I’m a lunatic
Duece duece, that’s my lil bitch
Hating ass niggas wanna rob

this shit by the loads them bows six hundred an O 
I'm tryna get it tomorrow they tryna stall 
I'm tryna slide today Lil bitch see I'm boss 
She wanna uh

Wells Fargo

Dreamville

Revenge of the Dreamers III

you, yeah

Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for

admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who

Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im

Bitch I'm a rhymer
All in yo lady vagina
She sit on the dick so I had to recline her
I might fuck on her sister cause she a lil finer
Killin shit

it just the drugs 
Yea bout to go to Alaska and fuck up the club 
Saks fifth black bitch looking like a actress 
Don’t be a pretty broke bitch

Zip up in my car, she ask what if we get pulled over with it
Never cared about that shit, they just gon' have to come and get me
Ridin' with lil ma,

I ain't thinkin' that I ain't gon' feel it, yeah (feel it)
All these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by

Bad Ways

Too Short

The Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 1: Ride or Die

1999

on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my

you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get

to make a movie ho
I take my new bitch to the mall
Me and my new bitch yeah we ball
Said we be all up in Neimans and shit
I be on the cleanest of shit
Hol'

Mo’ said he want that pimpin shit 
Hoes on the block and they sucking dick
Anything for that crack rock
Niggas rob you for that stash spot 
Drugs deals

to manager and rob the hoes
You never know what I'm gonna do next like a lava lamp
Pull out the pockets on the damn dada pants
Ridin in a throwed lil car

cant get into that
Just know I'm finna snap
Lil hoe I'm taking off
I been a sausy ass n*gga
No I can make it up
This new life taught me lot n*gga
About

into my cereal
Cannot infect my shit talkin bout murder and drugs my bars antibacterial
I came in with new material

Kill the game so much that I reached

on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my

Up all week cuz my drugs is gone
Stuff my cheek cuz my buzz is gone
I can't love no more
Cuz my soul is gone
Please don't wait
Cuz I'm cold and gone

lookin' so you know she finna choose up
When I'm in my zone lil nigga I dont do drugs
Watch a nigga win with nobody's help
Imma love you girl nobody else

(What up, Foster?)
Ayy

Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When

out the room lil nigga move
She want to fuck to my song
She feeling the groove
Told that hoe to roll up it get me on the mood
I love the drugs, I don't