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yeah
You are so cocky but be sorry when I'm gone, and
I had a rocky life,  it turned my heart to stone, and I'm
So gone
Had it rough, no golf
I'm a dog,

really living it
See my chick her body's slim but still she thick a bit
You're in the pond, I'm in the ocean with the bigger fish
I'm trying to get along

I heard your mixtape that shit ain't hitting at all my nigga
She threw that on a almost threw her out my car my nigga
Baby playing I had to free

with that yeah
My Opa Locka potna got me a method we gone yeah
Pants tight as fuck but with that 40 they gone sag
Hide the money by my younging he taking

she looking slim she in need of some bigger rims
And I might not drive a Lexus but my baby still so sexy
Paint so clean people pass by and gaze at they

Uptown 4 Life

U.N.L.V.

Uptown 4 Life

With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change

when I was gone
Now I'm tryna not miss these sales, I get pissed when the ringtone stops
What you know about sitting in jail, and you feel like

don't need no help
I will jack Santa's elf smack him n' bring him in the Melph
By Norman early in the mornin', it's stormin',  I'm yawnin', and then

knockin down dates, movin at foul rate
Never knew ah child's place, only Motel 6
Strangled by a trick cause she wouldn't suck his dick without ah condom
Her

She gone do whatever
I say (It's just me and my bitch)

We ain't come here to play
(It's just me and my bitch)

We just tryna get rich
(It's just me

and Talking Trash bout me.

I just Go Over it Like Shaq to Kobe.

You can't even See Me.

I make Lyrics look easy.

Freestyling Like the Old School Slim Shady.

and Talking Trash bout me.

I just Go Over it Like Shaq to Kobe.

You can't even See Me.

I make Lyrics look easy.

Freestyling Like the Old School Slim Shady.

the facts about my life, how he has sisters by my name
Unnecessary drama was the phrase she chose to take
Said my daughters weren't his sisters, bitch that's

high horse
Got mans mad 'cuz they can't afford him
Rock ripped slim fits on the Jordan's
Blue by the orange, dude out of Portal
From another planet I

clocking da doe,
On the set, da block or the road, I’m dropping a Flow, Nas on the mic but yo
It’s like Pac at the Show, Thug Life
Popping at Po’s, She

bitch i need a back hoe
Back home 
Got myself a little bit of cash though 
Got a bad flow 
And by bad i don't even mean bad though 
Can you pass me

old fashioned independent moves
I ain't gone have the burner with me if it ain't gon shoot
Laced the j's like I'm makin plays on the rim
Close

and Charles pumping  that BP
6am knew pop was leaving
Door unlocked Mama stayed keyed in 
She fed me knew I wasn't eating 
Brush teeth, took a shower 
Same

ain't stunting that
God keep me on my shit
I want more than racks
I'm talking bout my life
This shit more than rap
Ever gave a bitch yo heart n she throw

the cut
She had a slim, waist grey eyes, big But
Nails all done, lashes on fleek
I'll be your patient you can operate On me
Take your time baby this is wine

I'm ona block with the slimez
I'm in my jam I'm catchin a vibe
Pretty lil blessin she fine
She got the torch I was catchin on fire
I got da steppers

would they call us by our numbers
Queens to my slim we ain't dying outa hunger
Let's do this shit for mamba
Do this to remember
Grow up with it simba
We

at this old age but I really miss the friendships of the days gone by when you walk to there house and you just say hi, I’m a Rapper the Cracker Rapper.

Aye bruh Ian gone lie to you I heard this shit by Baby Santana and that nigga raw asf
Bruh I had to make my own fucking remix you feel me
So shoutout