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kinda throwed
Im comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoe
Those hoes out to get ya for everything
But Im out there tryin to come up and swang
Or chop

trippin off the balance of her ph
Lil mama needs some v8
I parted ways
Don't have time to beef with niggas and countin days
I'm amazed by all the peoples

The first time was me tellin' my poppa thoughts over instrumentals
Now it's instrumental that I dive way deep in my mental
Earnin' credentials
With

the tempo crazy
I've been all around New York in my Timbos lately
Big steppin' out the Porsche, tinted windows, baby
Westside highway, blowing indo, baby

I wish you could read my mind baby
Tell me what I'm thinking
I been stressing lately
Gangbangin ain't been sleeping
I been steppin' with some demons

nothin'

She say I look good, bitch, I been doin' push ups
Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck
My lil' daughter two, but got six figures put up

Jay-Z
Check out the handles, I'm ballin' like Irving
Standin' on business, runnin' up digits
Money I'm stackin', hunnids I'm splurging
Give me my cut like

Yeah, yeah
Steppin' on this shit, slidin' on that shit
Praise the Lord, baby

Yeah, money in the church pot
Your nephew work for me, got bundles

"Baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name"

to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause

to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause

Unk)
Steppin to the right wipe me down man
steppin to the left with your stunner frames
by this time the world know what to do
its goin down 2 steppin

I just wanna step

Right! Left! Step out by myself
They go right, left, step out by yourself
And you're right, yeah, stick under my belt
They go

the dawgs out
Money baby
I just popped a baby
Made my head hurt
Jump inside the belly of the beat
Since you a tough guy
Outside seen all your niggas die
Now

by)
Whip that Maybach in the street, cash out on three, let's go
Hypnotizin' yo' ho, we be turnin' her out
Do that dude, shh, I ain't runnin' my

and for my brethren
You know we gotta get it poppin with the Wesson
Got the AKs ready for the steppin
Yo big ballin, what's the weapon
Don't ask no

He gone be dead by the end of the week
I will spin fo free
My bros gon die by me
Fuck the peace All you hear is
Gun sounds come to btg
He don't want

a touchdown
Got it out the mud had to bust down
Yea water on my neck hope I don't drown
Yea all up in my bag like I'm Irving
Big shark in the deep I be lurkin'

Girlfriend

Kap G

Girlfriend

2016

Irving
I'mma drug type trips to Berlin
Why you tryna flirt like you a virgin

I just took a flick with your girlfriend
I been kickin' shit with your

Her Irving Berlin optimism
Can't touch my Cole Porter sad
She fell asleep before the television
Me and the TV are insomniacs

And we both know this

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be out here gettin' paper while you sleep
Yeah, once again, baby (once again)
'Cause real niggas don't cheat, nah
Uh, yeah,

murder man, murder man, yeah
I been at this shit, I age well
Baby snipers, I raised them
My iPhone recognize me with my ski mask, I'm a whole 'nother

Like Megan Thee Stallion
My n****s we soldiers
Like we in battalions
Interact with my fans
In the crowd I be wildin'
Drink got me woozy
I’m losing my

Wikked Lil' GRRRLS

Esthero

Wikked Lil' Grrrls

2005

girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up tight
(Dukes up, baby, dukes up)

You think that