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Yelawolf
Catfish Billy Goat
Really though (Haha)
Yeah!

I must, I must be a fucking goat
The way this chain is hanging off my throat
Warming

to get by
And we're feeling on top cause' we opened our minds 

Pullin up with an eighth
Got money stacked in the safe
And if you blowing dope without me

the Indians

Mi a gwan and get the money with Caribbeans

Say he never seen em bring a low rider to a bonfire

Born in California

Free spirit so he really

Nigga, I’m Different By Choice

These niggaz wanna be G
Me, I just wanna be E
Stay wit’ a blunt full of weed
No, I can’t do nothing for free
Oh, if

man I gotta get paid
I gotta work and put food on my plate
She said I'm dope and I said that's okay
She wanna love and I told her to wait
Cause I ain't

(What's up Nxvy)
On my own
I think I'm better off alone (alone)
You think I really give a fuck about a ho (yeah)
Fuck, got to reach my goals, you

It's a fine line wit this rap shit
Between dope shit and da wack shit
I see a lot of stars, not a lot of bars
But by my name theres an asterisk
I

you listen to my rhymes, Yeah they mad dope
You already know they mad dope
This off the dome tho
Man I'm really in my zone tho
DND shawty I'm like don't

we've really woven, 'cause it feels like I'm being slain yeah

(yeah) By the way I dont what to say  (no) (no)

I dont want to tearing out my fucking

booted up
Lil bitch popped a pill then she toot it up
Nigga say he want smoke but he really don't
Why he say he got the dope but he really don't
Got some

Anybody you see me with ready to uh shhhhh 
If they ain't killed somebody ready to kill a nigga 
When I'm in the trap all the dope get sacked by a bitch
I

to CMG, still in the dope game
I don't swipe propane, really got it out the mud
Big 4 Gang, catch me ridin' with the thugs
Yeah, I got it on my own,

Lay Low

Master P

Complete Urban

2005

Now she sick, she better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm

Lay Low

Master P

Tha Last Meal [Clean]

2000

Now she sick, she better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm

castrate motherfuckers
The cuts on bodies, I touch puss with the color of mustard
There's really nothing you can call my bluff on
That dope we keep 'em stuck

Shouts to Latifah, the Fugees I see you
It's ready or not speak the gospel like preacher
Spazz on the mic like I'm Red Man on features
Not Naughty by

might sell you the sauce
Hit yo ass with these switches you try to get off

Hit yo ass with this Glock if you try to run down
Put that dope on the block

 if she really likes this
But the powdered nose gets her company, it's her business
Is this, just another victim of society?
Or does she really do this

light dope
Messy habits I'm an addict
But it's gonna be alright
Hope the sadness' just a phase
So happy bout our past but can't really relate
No more
Not

TikTok
Eighteen with big dreams, started a brand at sixteen
I really fucking wish these, bottom boys will diss me
Can't go back by my lonesome, cause bro

the eighties (back in the eighties)
We got the gas you can't get at the station (no)
A J hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy (no, a J hit the dope)
We got

When I get them goons, you in the afterlife by afternoon 
My chopper tucked, man, I served that dust, my nigga served that food
Now I'm in my jail

name was Uncle Luke, yeah
I'ma make a hundred million probably by next June (yeah)
Niggas try to act stiff, they really cartoons (yeah)

Yeah,

around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
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