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Yeah, that 4 is what we repping
Every time you see me you see the weapon
Yeah, you better get to blessing
I say low the degrees
Catch me slipping
Hop in the whip and I'm riding uptown and you know
That I'm bout to go run up the stats man
Knowing a nigga like me bet I'm finna go in with no
a dream
No I don’t think
That I thank you enough
No I don’t think I thank you enough
No I don’t think
That I thank you enough
No I don’t think I thank you
diddit
chis
de
i might ring some bells
i might whip up some tales
im a quasimododragon
no big chicks
no body shaming
dicks-by-force in trope cabinet
see no wrong though
Snake in grass I lawn mow
Bakin' shit, I make some shit
I did it what you tried too
Touchin' walkin' by you
Who you finna lie
(No you can't)
Good luck why don't you try it again
Maybe next time ill close my eyes and count to ten (Sike)
Maybe ill just give it up and put right in
Are you the type of girl that me and Weezy fucking, baby?
'Cause I don't waste time, can't yo see a nigga lazy
And I might need some help
But, you
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
never no coaches
I'm showin' love like issa kiss on the cheek
on work I'm always stayin' focused (four kissed)
Ex poses, I expose it
Took a double dose,
hat down low,
Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow
I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there
On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild
LA (ugh)
Like back in LA
Where they ride slow
She don't want fame no (ah)
She don't want fame
That's a passing ghost
Watch your life pass-by
Grab
tote no pole for real
I can't trust nothin', I post on the block by myself
And you know that I'm holdin' steel
I cut off my old partners, my new
four more damn reasons why me and Stumpy better
Bitch is tI'me that you dont think that typical is Like a lesser
I got more kick then them pills up on yo
a hairnet
I wanna take the time to rewind, that's irrelevant
I loved a demon with brown eyes thought she was heaven sent
I never wanted to say goodbye But she
and the ark
Rubbin' the eye, you better hold that stash
Weeded out, and baby, even now
A poor child in the hood, no hood, no doubt, no wood, no mort, no dream,
drama
lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did
I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget
all the mistakes that I made, that time
When I pull up I know that she onto something,
She stay calling my phone trynna say she want it,
That lil body she got have her looking flossy,
She
bad)
Bad bitch in the bed frame (Okay)
Same one 'fore the bread came, uh
My set on the next move
No time for the head game
Kush pack in the backpack
the fork
(In the bowl) i keep a fully, no semi-auto
I got them bands, them bands overload
I keep that water, that shit overflow
If you want beef, then that
thirteen, fourteen, I hold it down for my whole team
Fifteen and sixteen, thats a young Mars with a big dream
One, two, three, four, five, I ain’t letting up
There's nothing that you can do for me
Its time to get my point across like it's 2:40
Hit with each lyric like you got blasted from 2 40s
Want bread
Omologo 4g
Toba ti gbope malo gbagbe family
You know say na dem dey for you when you no get anything
You know say this life na vanity upon vanity
Wo
Intellect like Belichick when he be switching the routes
I'm too old for the games, no time for the lames
Next challenge? Get this generation screaming my
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