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'Cause I'm out here causing crime, uh
I don't abide by your rhymes

Bitch, I'm with Lil Yachty
You know we looking for the thotties
Heard a nigga got

Keep Talkin

D12

D12 World

2004

heat sparker the beef starter
Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'
(Bitch keep talkin')
Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney
While you eatin'

em who the fuck is feasting
Tell em how greasy it is
When I’m on fire cooking up

Mama said I ain’t the one to blame
But I put that ring on her finger

toting that fire 

Rolling up back to back but seem like I cant get higher 

Just lost my dawg the other day it hurt to talk to his mama 

Any day shit can

camouflage
Chicago in the nineties
Nigga homicide
Lil James was pissy drunk
So you know he died
My uncle on my mama side
Nobody even cried
When Kenny died we

Lil mama she always get jealous
Tell her get off my shit (my shit)
Baby just mind your business
This side ting gets me drip (me drip)
Just play your

where you be posted
Lil Jugg got the Drac', we do drive-bys in a Rover
I just sold an eight to a white boy in a 'Doba
But really he just played 'cause

Stay by my solo and smoking exotic
Tropical inside me its hitting my body
Not watching my mouth I'm the shit like a potty
Them lil niggas crazy like

thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by

shootouts, wrong way on one ways 
Mama make sure you come to church Sunday’s
Aye
Snitches get stiches, real niggas get paid
Bitches catch feelings, lil niggas

little jingle that I wrote when when I was like
Ayeee I'm in yo city mama
What you doin little pretty mama
Yup yup yup I'm in yo city mama
Shit
What you

to get closer to my Dogs 
Yeah yeah 
Mama left me on the corner by Myself yeah 
Grandpa saw me on the corner By myself  yeah
He called my old boy

in them jeans, how it fit 
Poke 
Come here lil mama let's dip
Aiyaaa
So fucked up nigga I'm lit 
Nigga I'm lit 
Nigga I'm lit 
My Nigga I'm lit
Nigga

Cause it rains all April
And its hot all summer
Put my arms up in the air
Tell my mama that i love her
Cause its all authentic
Threw the nights in da

the pound yeah
I bring it in by the pound

I bring it in by the pound yeah
I bring it in outta town yeah
No I ain't playing around yeah
Lil boy gone get gun

get it on the road I'm chasing paper
Fucking with lil mama I just love it when she naked
Youngin's play the zone like they been drafted by the lakers

I fallback, she ride on it lil mama a chauffeur
On the sofa, sweet dreams I be eating her cookie
Yea I'm playing with the fire, way I play with her

me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by

can't make no sound
I be movin' in silence
I know that they watchin'
So you know I'ma walk around
I can't fuck with these hatin' lil' niggas, you know

Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

The Diplomats

More Than Music, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2005

bored HUSTLE 
My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go 
Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe 
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know 
I'm the shit but shit

gates
Surrounded by them snakes
They be all up in your face and
Tryna talk the fire and crack on statements
Don't pen the affidavit
Man I shouldn't have

drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk, yeah

Press lil' mama for weed
And she did it for free
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Yeah, that thing

Flex

Leven Kali

Playboi Carti

2017

this?"
I got a sad boo, gave her a brick
Then I gave her a lil kiss, ooh
Yeah, I rock out in the 6, 6
But nigga, we fire, we split
I'm takin' your

better dead it
Po wock by the dub when i’m fighting depression
Cause bills kinda late and my mama been stressing
My choppa gone flash like a camera
Them