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like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do

Ey man, I'mma tell it like this, man
I don't give a fuck how
Much time you done did
How many niggas you done shot, you done rob
You still ain't

Off the Wall

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

the truth
Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim's everybody's sexual

Whatever

Baby Bash

Baby Beesh Presents What's Really! Game One

2000

grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me

[Lac]
Look if I pull up

I got problems
Yea, hide the truth
Take a sip, sip
Dog Raef All Day
If you don't believe in god
Then you don't believe in you
See people hide

(T-Rob)

This is not lil baby, my name T
My first name Official, 
But my imperfections what make me the best that I can be
Losses I've been taken,

Nigga we not playing he tried to rob and that's when them shots rang
I got up and got things bitch I remember I used to be boxed in
That nigga not

mine
Big booty with some brown hair and some lipstick
Ouuu my shorty hella fine
Nigga rob from me he got shot up in his fucking leg
Now he walkin' just

Fuck what you heard man them young niggas turn up
Bnb in da a with the hoes and my feet up
Try to rob me bet that lil boy get put up
Dissin' the gang

bought her a computer
I might fuck a bitch with no ankles
But I still maneuver no mobile banking
I'ma fuck around and rob the Uber
I just saw my Uber
Now I

the corner
Rob your ass, get them duffle bags And full them up with dollars
Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough
Tell that lil boy he pussy, he

You say you got cash, I got this FN nigga imma rob ya
She gave me that good brain, I got clear vision
She a eye doctor, boy I do not play
C’mon try me,

Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her, We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature Bullets heat you up leave you running with

shawty a rider
Ain't gotta say that she bout it
Lil mama I wanna know the truth
Pick you up and ima lift you up
Nahh this ain't nothing new
Race you up

a few bad lil' fees tryna bump on the line but I pay 'em, no nevermind
What you see with your eyes, then your heart must believe, you don't need no proof

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

I pull up with two glocks, kick yo door, we don't knock
Got that sweeper, don't get mopped
Where yo stash, what you got
You lil hoe gave the drop

a bitch, that’s clearly miserable, aye
So worried about a nigga, uhh
Tighten up lil bitch
You’ll, never, ever, find a vibe like this, uhh
You can forget

bitch say
She like my lil song o yeah
She like my lil dance oh yea
She becoming a fan o yea
Make ha pay only fans
Niggas sit back we just scheming

still be thuggin lil nigga
I can't not put down the Glock 
All of my niggas is on it (On it)
All of my niggas is hungry (hungry)
Fuck is you talkin about

Stackin' i'm the king of my city
I'm the king of Saint Louis
Showing ya'll the difference from
All ya'll other lil niggas out there
Yeah
We need all

Hold up lil bitch
I need my chips
They say why you working
Cause i aint rich

Tell by my walk im the shit
My raps tight just like a gift
Niggas is

he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that

niggas
Cause I can make y'all my lil fans and I ain't lacking for you niggas
I be going to the hood and I just chill right by the store
Aye crack feins