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nigga
Now I'm the big ballin' nigga
Comin down grippin' wood
Keepin these motherfuckin' bitches
Callin' nigga
I used to be the smallest nigga
Now I'm

GRUB: 
Wrap a crisp hundred-dollar bill around a wad of Washingtons
Flashy bait, you can fish all night - you can dazzle everyone
But when you're all out

P's (P's)
I'm havin' P's, I pulled bitch from overseas
Patek Phillipe, it cost a hundred
Patek Phillipe and it cost me a hundred
(yeah yeah)
Bitch wanna

One day a strong wind blew in the 100 acres wood
It blew Eyore's house to the ground
He stood alone in the cold rain
No place to go and losing all

eyes beneath the churchyard steeple.Twenty million acres of land sold for three million.
Worthless as a rope of sanddangling from the ceiling.
In

Gave me tanks and ammo and they won't let you 'round me 
100 acres by me you won't even find me 
100 soldiers by me you can't even find me  
Body ammo

thinking that it's killing me by pulling on my cord
But I'm charged up
But I'm charged up
But I'm charged up
Trying to drain me of my energy
They thinking

Coop
Yeah let me talk my shit man
Ughh
Roll this mistletoe and kiss my dolja
Feed the wood it's bloated
Bic the tip It's roasted
Bed heated by mocha

a hundred milli'
El Chapo sintin', full a key like a drugs we shipping
Orela keyring, AMG and BMW speeding
Papers reading, Acres green a nuh lease we

to beat.
Believe me there's no denying,
That the earth is rapidly dying,
Heading 95 south with a Camel in his mouth
My eyes were burning but not crying.

Ten

Check
I told the bitch I'm finna nut, she damn near kept me in
I had to break into the game, they wouldn't let me in
Oh God

Wood handle, hairris trigger,

don't go by real names
Like Uzi I'm litt
But still do my own thang
Got a chop and a stick
Fry'em up like Lo Mien

Spark up this wood
I go to the moon
I

I be in my feelings when I wake up every hoe used to diss me 
Fuck her good pull off her lacefront
By the ocean look out window view might buy

need it passive
And 40 acres in the mule for the middle passage
In the cool of the day in the garden
Made a cool 100k shit talkin

She said, meet me

want the love like I'm Fazion
Real growers yeah they got it by the acre
We ain't worried about them guys we do it major
Major, majorrrr

Indo Turkey bag

You take, still like half an hour
To get to where I need ya be
But ooh honey
You keep it Acre Wood
One hundred
You my aphrodisiac
CBS
Keep an eye out

DJ Sorrow yeah
Hundred acre wrist bha ha ha ha (yeah)
DJ Sorrow laughin' through the pain
(Haunted Mound) whaugh, whaugh

We’ll take apart your soul

Over High Mountain

Marty Robbins

Country (1960-1966)

1996

make it burn

Her wealthy Father believes that a man
Should be judged on the ground that he owns
Since I have only the price of an acre
He wants me

should know I'm blessed and
Highly favored, fuck a hater, getting to this paper, bringing all the checks in
Acres Homes to the bone, got a problem with me

Room Games and Diamond Rain

Silver Jews

Bright Flight

2001

Chorus:
Room games and diamond rain
It's a fox hunt, it's a f-stop
It's a ten acre wood.
Outbound on a western train
It costs a quarter man
Out

a Rosengarten celebrates the
Wood it stands on
Because it is made with the same mind
That made the table a hundred years ago
The mind of honour and skill

Safe

Scarface

The Fix

2002

remember in the 80's, me and pop would ride
Now we conversate on acres we's about to buy
He had already been what I'm about to go through
Told me ain't no

lavish
Keep getting them hundred
Hate it or love it they gon see me stunting
Ohh
Uhh
Momma I'm sorry no pun intended
Know that I'm flying don't need

sure it's fun, but do we really need eighteen?
One hundred fallow acres for rich man fraternity
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down