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Throwing my hat like a hot boy
And you think that you hot but you not boy
Niggas is broke needa go count a knot boy
Gimme a bussdown don't look at the clock

Yah... Baby don't, baby don't. Yeah
Rude boy thing
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing)
Baby don't play me, don't play me (You

give you my blessing
Round four, boy, I ain't stressing
By round five, we gonna be out of protection
Lucifer is jealous of you now
Cause you definitely

but euros that gudda that feta ganash yeaa boy I got the sauce

Get it out the mud 
I gotta get it 
Stunting wit my woes
Flexin on these niggas 
With my

brother is doing 7 for fives and dimes
And that .22 he had
Grandma Byrd says, “He got what he gave…
The boy just ain’t no good
Could’ve stayed in school but

There’s only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve
That’s the fear of failure
Let me take you on this journey
Dream!
Boy you just wait I

cheated
Kesha coe

Who woulda known that Rihanna
Like to eat chicken
But them thighs like rice by the bowl
Who woulda seen Quinton tarantino
Pulp fiction

Got them boy's scurrying
Keep her heart fluttering
Grade A we studious
You peaked I'm odious, the flowiest
Dub after Dub I'm Venomous
Cut off

Yah... Baby don't, baby don't. Yeah
Rude boy thing
Baby don't play me, don't play me (That a big man thing)
Baby don't play me, don't play me (You

Pull up on yo block with that mother fuccing choppa
Knocc the whole blocc off with some loaded choppas
Fuck boys body's get to dropping on the street

go live
And it's all by grace
We no Dey fear face
We go win for the race
Call out my boys we go bomb this place
These days they skip our tracks
Push us

that go, ba-ba (Iy)
That boy 'runnin, to his home
'Gettin blessed, by his papa (Ah)
Drink tequila, señorita
Wanna suck me, like a roomba! (Arriba!)
Cha

Bitcoin an invention created
On January 3rd 2009
By an anonymous creator
Derided laughed at ignored
For the first five or six years

Started

the boys
Been playing since a kid with the toys
Draco on my hip pull up with the noise
You ain't got a stick I know it 'cause your voice
Yeah I took I trip

on my own I swear to God yea
And I ain't gonna stop till I'm at the top yea
They calling me lil pisces the Braddock Road boy
They calling me the kid

N****s want smoke
You do not want it
Bullets go on ya head like a bonnet
Look for that boy, already on it
My n****s throw him up like a vomit

She tell me that I got some problems
Every time that I call you you ignore it
Like boy you so damn stubborn
I tell her you fuckin a Taurus
But we

giving you money
So what did you put on the table
Smoking weed yeah you know its exotic
You can tell my shit real by the label
All these movies you know I

Fa, Mayesvillian Pussy
Da gliccster, ya Mr Glicc, look
It's da glicc man
Check my wrist game
Niggas talking gangsta but them boys won't do a bitch

Uh, want me to act up?
223 was dumpin', goin' crazy, make you back up
Uh, want me to act up?
Pussyahjitongang
Hundred, ninety five, eight grams

With my boys, yea, you know we finna roll up
Just like some cops, we leave a hole in you like donuts (Blow!)
This ain't no funny shit, yea, we not in

If you wasn't 10 toes down, boy
Get the fuck from 'round me
Couldn't hold it down so get the fuck from 'round
If you wasn't 10 toes down, boy
Get

and get paid
24 Karat we bought up a set
Boy that's like nothing you'll see off my check
Said she wants diamonds, my ice and baguettes? Bet
She Gave it up

for testing to drop, whole pack
Boy like alpha that leads the pack
On the whole rap game
Little CRZs and Fangs, little rap names
Start emerging