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talkin' shit (shit)
But this ain't what the fuck you want
Locked my CEO up 
Now it's back to coca'
Niggas talkin shit bruh 
Hang him by the ropa
Hit

Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back

I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From

every time
Diamonds blue, Carolina shinin' every time
Top off while we smoke the weed up
Diamonds shine like cop cars by the P's
Hit it once and I'ma

nothing sit in one spot
Front like you're hustling and really you're not
I've grown accustomed to niggas who lie
Eat by the pot sleep by the pot
Shit by

nothing sit in one spot
Front like you're hustling and really you're not
I've grown accustomed to niggas who lie
Eat by the pot sleep by the pot
Shit by

Running with busters and chilling with thots. You stand for nothing, sit in one spot. Front like you’re hustling and really you’re not. I’ve grown

Don't speak unless spoken to
But in this instant I just wanna talk
Don't come lookin for me if you thinkin that you got the spot
We put rip on your

to come over have you waiting by your door
This that shit that make you run and tell yo friends
Claiming I'm the one yo ass done fell in love again
Hit me

The City Is Mine

Jay-Z

In My Lifetime, Vol. 1

1997

a Rollie and just ice my shit
On the spot, fuck coming back twice and shit
How real is that? My floss game, still intact
Boss game, you lame dudes can't

U Got It

MC Lyte

Da Undaground Heat, Vol. 1

2003

I hope you knock, come on baby, put it on the spot
By that knot in your jeans I see you holdin' a lot
You makin' me hot, so show me what you got

You

What If I Was White

Eminem

Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones

2000

learn, man, damn, man (I hate you)
Fucking sick of this house, man (all you do is hit on me)
Fucking hate you, man
Hate this house (fuck you, get out,

Endless Lot
I'm Known To Rock Don't Blow My Spots
You Smoking Pot And Doin Molly Shots
If You Ever Think That I'm About To Stop
Blood Sweat And Tears What

niggas, don't wanna have to pop one
That's my weed, nigga (hold up, what?)
Hit 'em with the bop gun
Money talk, drop some
Don't like it? You can leave,

3 hits, then pass it, but first you gotta ash it
 
We puff puff 'n passing, while we fast lane dashing
 
We swerving, no crashing
'Cos all J's we

dont wanna see you winnin, ever since the beginning
500 dollar denim jeans, wanna see ya in em
Surrounded by pretty women, most of em bein models
Hit

street sign
You're in every song on the radio
You're in every car rolling by
Every girl I've never known
Every turn there's a ghost a memory and a spark

think 'cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh, on the contrary, Mary Poppins
I'm mixing our studio session down

a glass to the new life
To praise the beach in the sunshine
In its own state
You in a new place
I can tell you’re new by the look of your face
Just try

(You’re up)
Era 8 in, now they shook
Ain’t no mercy rule in when I cook
Your number 1 spot took
Caught em slipping when I hit em with the juke
(Hit em with

bitches is bold, they gon' hate
(Fuck 'em) money talk (yeah) , bullshit walk
They gon' try to fuck it up
Tell you I ain't shit
Judgin' by my outfit, yeah,

talking bout?
If you give the game to yo dawg, make sure he don't bark a lot.
Make sure when you get to the top you don't hog the spot,
Switch up on yo dawg

said fuck that
You aint burning me up
Got the fuck out the spot
I ain't worrying her

My peoples is rillas
They really some thugs
They pushing Lbs
While

her nonsense
I told you lil baby that I want the peace and the quiet I ain't wit all the gossip
Had to kick the bitch out the spot she was watching my

of us acting fine
Aint defined by no outline
But I still be calling you mine

If the Sun's not out when you coming home
Will you hit my line talking