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New money New me
2 Racks that's just for my feet
When I'm rappin I talk to the beat
All these bitches they part of my fleet
Uh yeah I'm Mr. Bandit

to the telly to put dick up in her belly
Yeah she fucking on my mans but no I'm not jelly
Cuz I already passed it on, I already got it already
Mr. No I do not

face darkened as I realized that I don't doubt it

I heard, your wife got another
Believe, in just the wire or the gutter
Mrs. Tanaka saw me scowl

running, my water keep on gettin thicker, still muddy
A broke certified wigga, lil money, in kingergarden with my dick in a cubby
I ripped so many

Behind my eyes, theres a war thats going  
Inside 
 For the light  I can  hear  voices in my knogen collide
Fight cries in the middle of the night

to make em splash a lil wetter
I might take em to school they just some class clowns
Niggas thought I was funny well tell em laugh now
Putting all of them

Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with

. President of my country, we gotta’ whole ‘lotta cities in smoke
Feel like I’m resident in my country, ‘cause I know I never be broke

Scam on your face
Lil

mumble I really be speakin' on shit
Feel the rumble my voice a lil deep in this bitch
Got a dumb flow I feel like a retarded kid
I can say what I want cuz

A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad 
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast 

Dis Dat Phat

An unlikely bond
— an encounter
The counterparts I’d like to describe
as followed:
A mind, sharpened by hatred, 
Mrs. Morrison had told me ‘bout

(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

I got a lil' bitch from the hood
I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that

got his bitch voice
Sounding like helium
She can't stop on giggling
The racks got her ass hypnotized
I'm not even kidding
Say what's the beef lil bro

that's yo daddy gun
This lil uzi finna pack a punch
Yo yes men gave you a big head bitch you Mr. Mackey
You not pistol packin
Stick to rapping
Matter fact

Nails by tech, she stunts and flicks
She be hella fine, that shawty be mine
She be super nice, shawty dripping ice
She my Mrs. Right, I don't need

when it's playing (playin')
I can feel it in my headtop, I can feel it in my veins (I can feel it in my veins)
Yeah...
I got a voice so I gotta use that

it's playing (playin')
I can feel it in my headtop, I can feel it in my veins (I can feel it in my veins)
Yeah
I got a voice so I gotta use that shit

Mr Justice is teaching but our hero ain't listening
Marie's still shocked from what she just witnessed
She wants to tell someone she can trust, act

a comb
Lil' bitch be hatin' when I slide, cause I cut off the down
Know she be worried bout a thug, cause she know what I'm on
It get real brazy bout

She told me to spit all up in her mouth
I'm abusing this shordy biting on her ass
Man you know my lil bop I'm Mr movin tact
Me and brodie gon clean up

(Talking to god)
How could I be cool with it, stanky with a tool in it
Sitting by the whip, finna take these lil' boys out to school in it
Forget about 12,

Lady visitor come to see you
And if I know my celebrities
It's Mrs Tanya Turner, isn't it?
Erm?
Oh I read all the glossies, my love
Need a bit of glamour

it (I got to get it by any means)
So I can go put on 4 my village (Yea)
I'm trying to reach masses
Let my voice shake the pyramids (Oooooh Yea)
As my

Play Drawn
By My Brother
Said I gotta be the one to make it out here with the music
Move my parents in a big house swear to God that I'ma do it
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