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mad too
Check your bm she got a tattoo
Yeah I flew her in by herself she brought a buddy
And she sippin molly percocet it's looking bubbly
You don't do

bitch to the club when
You just met her my nigga
Cuz I'mma flirt with her, right
He gon' flirt with her, right
And if she lickin' that good shit
She gon'

see they go up and down them bitches bend
I keep it 40 when my rhymes that choppa
hit your neck
I'm not too good for this B
That bitch on the C
She

4L
With the way that she ride
We was doing so good
But I went and lied
My life only good
With you by my side
I miss you forreal bae
Ain't gotta lie

you bitch you ain’t want me (Want me)
See me now, now you want me (Want me)
Too late now I don’t even want you (Want you)
Shit so funny ‘cause I know

gas
If it ain't that much might let it pass
Riding dirty fuzz on my ass

Coming for my spot
You know heat rise to the top
Dropping tracks heads be

Niggaz I done shot shit wit ain’t real as him
I’d take a bullet for that nigga right now and a fuckin clip
I just want me people good
They see the bad but

for a interview
She said she's heard stories
And she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the
Mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
So I

No Filter

MoneyBagg Yo

43VA HEARTLESS

the laws, don't panic (don't do that)
Watchin' them babies, no nanny (stay focused)
Turkey bag, it ain't a sack good (sack)
Tryna fit an ounce in

problem slidin' by myself instead
Havin' motion
If it ain't for love and devotion
I thought that it was me that you wanted
I'm caught in the heat

Dusty pop
Got me feeling too good like it must be top
And when they hear the "Whewwwwww!", like it must be Wop, whoa
Wait a minute, ain't that Nicki flow

You might think I'm a little too cliche
To write about a Ford or a Chevrolet
And i suppose that may be true
Here's a little bit of advice for you

keep going on, stupid love songs, she got you tripping 
Thought your love was strong lately feel like that ain’t what she givin'
She keep going off for

don't have no time
For you
My crew
Stay grinding
We trying get the bigger
Bag
No class
She don't have no class
Judge a book
By It's cover
Nah
Now that's

she just ain't have faith at all… hmm
Maybe this bitch ain't my bae at all… mmm mmm
It been tough just trying to face that fact
Too much time been

Way too many of em
Yea all dem bags
Whole lotta errthang
Too many damn spots
Plenty bags n shit nigga (83)
Shid den ran through that shit like 1 2

for a little mistake?
My jacket eight bills, for sure it ain't fake
My new bitch she foreign, she flew to UK
I'm like my diamond, I went on my way

double it 
(Double it)
Hustling, grinding way too hard for me to fumble it 
(Fumble it)
Focused on that bag feel like Kodak I got that tunnel vision (I got

Trade It All

Jagged Edge

Ghetto Fabolous

2001

the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I

the dirt all over me.
Like I ain’t that guy,
Who bought that rose
When she hiding underneath.
Bridge (Da’Hakan)
Late up in the booth I’ve been waiting for

to mention me if your family intervenes
Tell them I'm the best for you, even God knows
When I be the only thing that runs in your mind
If she don't wanna

Have a sleep over with no sleep
Damn that pussy too good
I had to fuck her all week

Taking off in the vip
Ain't nothing can stop me
Tattoo my name

ain't really cut
Every time somebody die, we shoot the city up
Every time I tell her, "Ride me," she gon' giddy up
That pussy good, I put it up
I wish

Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada Last Night

The Coup

Steal This Album

Before she went out on the stroll 
She'd tuck me into bed and sing: 
You're much too beautiful for words (4X) 
I see the red and white lights