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of the reason that I believe that i can
Compilers making me struggle they ain't feeling the man,...
Wish the media would treat me like Kiernan and em
I hope you

a changing clutch
Ain't slowing down
A pound in the glove
The fall of being found
Ain't been worth the jump
But fuck you mean, fuck you and me
If I got

have complete immunity, 
I love to see unity, 
It loves to see me, 
You can’t refrain a sound man because his third eye sees, 
To all degrees, 
Grant me

we up 7-1 it's gone be more by the morning

And the plug hit my phone asking what I'm on said young glo man you tryna cop another zone?
Nigga leave me

bitch
Can't fuck with a G bitch
Especially not me bitch
I'm wedded up bitch
You just webbed up bitch
I ain't got time for this shii
I'm just tryna have

I need some ice for this drink in my cup
All my shooters don't miss they clutch
All the bitches eyeing me in the club
Ya I'm the man but don't call me

Free the yung krew
Aye long live savage nigga
Yea bitch im back
BabySavage B5 lil trey
Whatever you wanna call me
1008
Three backends by the morning

Walk With Me

WC

Southwest Riders

1997

to to, and keep your eyes on em
'Cause the closest nigga to ya is the nigga with wise on em
I rise on em, so now they label me a menace 

But they

Ridiculed overruled 
By ya peeked demands 
I don't seek ya man 
Or your rattle plans 
Bitch I am the man 
The holy mother land 
Every soul from my land 
Can

between I still can’t satisfy y’all
Ain’t y’all call the fall misconduct
Eight ball flawed in awe you called it
Drop y’all jaws oh lord outlawed me
Pray I’m

Infa 1:
Niggaz is dead sick yeah i said it 
Sayin yall burf'd me 
Man yall aint bred shit 
So y yall talkin i aint listenin
"EURF TA CHRIS!!!" 
Yall

From the first day we met I could tell she had freak in her
Light skin brown eyes she was a sweet winner
All I could think about is how to get me in

to James Brown
Today's rap music really got the same sound
Teach the babies truth but them niggas ain't down...
Who's the slave? 
Who's the master? 
Who's

to chill, bih gimme refill 
Yaye yeh
If you really real pullup on ya mans
And we can party after da party again

I aint got no time for da bullshit
Ima live

to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me

[Cuban Link]
(verse one)
me and thugs up

want me out but I won't go, I won't
I can't, I can't go for none of y'all man
I can't give up, not on my kin
They been down since I was there
(They

not miss me at all

I’ma brown hooligan sound loud Ludacris 
Move outta my way Word of Mouf I ain't new to this 
Bitch you wanna leave me while I’m

the
Full effect of this furor; hot lead for the Fuhrer's head
As good as dead are the judge and juror - ain't no
Ketanji Brown about to conjure down

Delivered by Bacardi
The damn grand finale
Bar me – I reach my last form, that Chris Farley
Your ticker tape bicker couldn’t harm me
Check the wristband
Mind

I'm that nigga from the 58
That's me 
You lame niggas wanna violate
That's weak, pussy
Yeah, look 

You wanna flex I got rounds
I be the man in my

lettin' that gun off
Hit on a bitch then one of her sons called
She gimve me head, put her hair in a puffball
Migo my man
Ain't no Key Glock and Young Dolph

kept your options open now you're pushing the cart

Man I'm bored of these games and there aint no thrill
It must hurt being dependent on another man's

Ain’t shit ahead of me
That won’t let him sleep
I’m like AIDS a disease won’t ever leave

We gon talk about the policy
Imma break the game down
And give

single time you're with me
5'2 brown eyes with the straight hair
The way you killing all these women it just ain't fair
Your still running through my mind