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Flip them racks let it stack 
I mix my raps on my Mac 
I’m spitting facts and that’s a fact
Don’t need no rats up in my lab

I’m piffin high grade

(yeah)
She don’t even know better (yeah)
I'ma fiend, need my cheddar (yeah)
Mix Supreme coat in this weather (yeah)
Baby this drip to rare (Huh?)
You can’t

a quarter brick, plenty nights I been going through it and nobody ever notice it, we put up a fight, I need blood all on my face by end of the night, lil

stupid
Pour the Hennessy in my double cup
With an arrow shot by Cupid
I mix the remedies with no love
I've been making all of my music
You wanna ride

I'ma be gone by the morning, mm-hmm
Yeah, I like to get my dick sucked, go until you hiccup
She in school for business, she can't fall and be in the mix

and needs, lil' baby
What you need? A Mercedes
Geeked, please, my Ranges

Goin' crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, baby)
You can't change, change,

in your brain
You think your a lil' rapper now, missing talent, skill, and some bling
They telling you to get a day job, don't worry we'll get it

side by side (ooh), never switch, ride or die (yeah)
That's my honey bunch (okay), my sugar pie

He my little sweetheart, little gumdrop
He keep it

Touch that project screen door, leave the porch, hope I can't die today
Pistols in the car, take 'em on a chase, thank God, we got away
Lil' bro

lil' sake got me boolin
Pour one R.I.P big Ru
This ain't a wave, this a monsoon
I hop in that cocaine bitch go vroom
I be high than a hoe but I'm reading

that I blow I keep him hung by the plaque on my wall
Next to my Louis Vuitton You get whatever you want

When I pull up with the gang gang Keeping

is getting married
Babies its crazy
How time flew by
But being back home
Reminded me of time
Nintendo on my mind
I might of been nine
Yo i gotta find

he's an opper
And he don't like BK, but he's still gon' her
(On gang)

That man in the mix, he a DJ
I juuged a Hispanic plug like Enrique
He told me he

the bong I’m feeling real stoned

Walk in the bank I smell like cologne 

Mix the brown with the Petrone

I’m from the Himalayas like Jerome 

I just copped

on kief, don't think I keep a llama
If Reese say he spot him, he got him
We do not care who you with, you get beat by your mama
That gutter, it come with

ain't had no hope, that nigga's a sucker
Do his ass dirty like I never loved him
Ain't gon' clean that lil' nigga, bitch, I gotta scrub him
Third eye

let go of my penis (bitch)
I been making plays since a muhfuckin' fetus
Sixth grade I was gettin' top by the recess
High school had a white bitch

Long Way

Chris Webby

Next Wednesday

2019

running lights
Reinvigorated all my fans by droppin' fuckin' twice as much shit 
As I did the year before and kept it comin' like
Every single week

Slime, slatt with my slime 'cause he bring the packs back
Taking time with my mind, I'm off the Xanax
Coming up for it lil' slime, she going bye bye
He

still (nigga still)
Just drink champagne with all my chicken meals (with all my chicken)
My wrist diamonds bigger than (the stones)
That lil' crib that

Forever

Freddie Fox

Freddie Fox

Hey baby, my name is Foxxx
Yeah, I see you standin' over there
In the corner lookin' all smooth

Short lil' cutie, hey, check this out
How 'bout we

Nickatina Says

Andre Nickatina

Daiquiri Factory Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2

even talk (bitch)

Nickatina is like simon says 
Dips in his whip like simon says 
Make some chips like simon says
Smoke a lil weed in the back with

to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with

niggas ain't the same
I was in jail, I copped the Q for the bae
I was uppin' sexy fish, eatin' sea bash
Lil' light lunch, man
I bought a half of G cash
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