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Since a baby I had ambition, coulda been a shooter growing up I made a transition/
I was into sports when brodie hit the corner tan pitchin/
Where

so I got off my dick, yeah, I jacked

I've been true to this from the jump (uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (mm-hmm)
Fuck a shooter, bitch,

to a resort (Mill No Chill)
Blue hundreds throw my car in sport
Everything central ain’t taking no shorts
In my own lane can’t look in the rearview
Moving

G-wagon llegamo' al Club
Ando flow Migos en Motor Sport (yah)
Ella Quiere LV no quiere love
La chapa rebota parece balón
Las babys son todas de salon (wuh)

whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces
(D-BLOCK) look how many shooters with us
Count how many cases

Hardest in the world
(Ghost)

money I don't talk till blues ready
I got bad hoes in my section in the club with green fetty
My shooters they be clutch we in the fourth they hand steady

chrome (yeah)
Yeah, gotta mix the drink with the honeycomb (yeah)
And if hoein' was a sport, bitch goin' pro (go pro)
And this beat sound like a new

Where we at with it?
Block West, let's get it

Slums of Detroit, drugs on the port
Plug with the source
Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport

gun
He hated all latinos and the mess he thought they'd made
But his headline was a waste of time
Cause a shooter on the very next day
Thirty seconds

u had nigga not any more
I came with a sack I get profit for sport
I’m goin Koola on Koola
Dick like a ruler
Pistol grip her hips
Yea dat my shooter

Run up the racks, treat this shit like a sport
Flame up the wood, I'm like pass me the torch
Light skin baddie, she flew in from Cali
Gotta thick

sports what they call me cause I’m in the game
I’m in the game (I’m in the game)
Playing hoes on the daily
Cause I’m in the game
(Yeah, yeah)
I run

nut like mace
Stay sticked up like we at the base,
Crackers mad, I beat my case
Sport mode on like a Nascar race,
Traction off,
Slide for days
Bust two

Last Day

Joe Budden

No Love Lost

2013

You'll never see these jeans sag
You would think so with this tucked Glock
And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar
Know I'm always with that club hop
This

Now she back round two
Got her all on her knees
Two seater, pull up in a coupe (YEUMM!)
It's me and yo Bitch Betty Boop (BAD!)
Durant, got some shooters

work
I'm from the same hood
Back in they day I had the work
Girl I know ted Ginn
Sports illustrated is in my blood
Yea I'm born to win
Fuck her in

Sono dentro l’Hood.
Sto sbuffando kush.
Non sono le puff.
Hoodie black Batman.

Sto creando mood.
Sto creando cash.
Scendo dal suv.
Entro nel club

(move in the club)
We done got them tools in the club
Shooter with me steppin' like shoes on the rug (like the shoes on the rug)
Brand new Glock, hope

of sauce traveling allowance
Different kind of sport for the little baby
Do it for the baby love my little baby
Gotta do it for the family
Never gave a fuck

Till they roof on fire
And they frame smoking
My dogs wild 
Who left the gate open
My shooter got a shooter
They stay scoping 
Nigga talking bout waves

exotic you smoking on dirt
I keep a shooter he shooting like Dirk
They know we stay on alert
These niggas pussy go put on a skirt
Speak on the gang and you

die rem in, maar zet het in sport
Druk nu op gas, want de tijd tikt door
Maar doe het onopvallend
Ga rechterbaan ik moet bollen stallen
Kijk ze niet aan

play Look,

Yeah, I got my sights on your head top
Bad bitch, and she tryna go spark I got some gas in the bag
Check out the fanny, the toola i sport

it
Drink Belaire Champane and Club Liv it
I come from the era where you really had to live it
Couldn't say you Bentley, and really a Honda civic
Every