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Thats only if my money long like centipede
Michelin energy I am a star
Rappin' for you is a shot in the dark
Rappin' for me is just proof that
fell no damage
Yeah you know that shit aint nothing to me yeah
All rats gotta die watch out chucky cheese yeah
You know im committed to the game we
How much more clutch do it Get
A question that I know will go amiss
Like that free throw that you miss that put the other team up six
You got a kid
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
I been smoking too much these days - you can catch me in the clouds
10 blunts to the face - So I ain't ever
you ready? Don't sleep on them
Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like confetti
Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind
puppeteer, I’m on the shelf
Save me from myself
I been lying to myself
Looking in the mirror not myself
not myself
You’ve been lying to yourself
Dancing in
something we don't want
I'll be your, Guttababy, got me going crazy.
With me by your side, you won't need another lady.
(Double R GK)
My day 1 since day one.
forever more
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Oh, let me hear that fiddle again!
As time went by, day by day
I thought of home in a different way
I'll
should be be working on me
So I hope you're gonna make it all
Worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it
Drip me out in six-carat Cartier rings, baby
First time I saw you
I writing a break up song
I paused the beat and
Everything went slow
Amazed by your beauty
Looked like I seen a ghost
But then I
a better price than your little plug
You could lose your life, catch a fucking slug, plotting on a balling-ass thug
I stay with the pyro on me cause ain't
kinship
You told me you'd be here til we 6 feet down
Don't be tryna come back when Jay gives me the crown
To quote Queen Beyoncé bitches bow down
You made
die out (let it die out)
Took a drive down I-95
I flew south for the winter
Promised land, promised land
Come and take me by the hand
I promise I'll
of units
But ain't no threats, don't stress me dog
You gotta let me hear something to impress me dog
When I spit I put rappers in line, then smack 'em
yo
Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery
And I got every hood feelin' me
It's nuttin' like when a thug get at you and spit thug
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
by my kindness
Diamonds been shining
Get a rollie perfect timing
Teach you the time like the Mayans
Don't understand why niggas been hating on me
When
if a nigga ever try me
I be on that 10 2 6 shit nigga ill kill anybody
Pull up on you niggas who want smoke bitch
We got choppas we got macs and we got
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
world
I been going real crazy without you by my side
And I just took a shot took a shot took 6 shots last night
And I wanted to roll up a blunt but
of the morning, thank you Lord for everything
Praise out of this mouth, I ain't leaving my house
Without the Lord by my side, I'm blessed and I'm doused
In the Holy
(Lear')
Two-fifty each ear, what you say? I can't hear (huh?)
Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than serious (low)
She ride the dick, speed it up by
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