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know you should copy it down

Copy all my info down so when you down you have the chance to hit my line
I've shot my shots before I learned a lot

winnin'
All my glory to god but I keep on sinning
You can't copy the style, Check out all this lining
Loyalty, that's the only thing that I need
Just keep

Project meant a lot to me in my heart it's safe
This one might blow up I might just get paid
But this stuff still hurts, growing pains

And I had to come

Shout out to my thing
Aunty give me stuff rom yesterday
Know I Like cold I'm finna Share it with the gang
Aunty give me stuff from yesterday
know I like

know I love it, keep on doin' your stuff (doin' yo' stuff)
Yeah, you know I love the way you do it

What you doin' right now? Come and slide up
Money

Drip in Designer Gear
My bitch Fine as Hell
Fill the Safe with Blues and Lock it
Keep a Glock 1 in the head ain gotta Cock it
Like a Pistol in a Robbery

a living
I see haters be hating but they're just all talk
And they ain't doing a lot cause I see no walk
Lad, cut all the small talk
Let's keep it real
They

and stuff (flah)
Turn you to lobster sauce (phew phew)
I got lots of swag (phew)
I got lots of sauce (yuh)
Fuck nigga got no heart (what)
My shirt is

I'm popping Vicodins like vitamins and
Spike it with some Ultram
Like my leg was broken
But it's never over the counter
I’m talking only stuff that's

stuff a whole lot of money in a safe
I just want to keep stacking up a whole lot of cake
Thick ass on the bed yeah she gone make it shake
Big booty,

don’t fuck up the bag.)
I keep it all in the safe. (I keep it all in the safe.)
I had to count up the bag. (I had to count up the bag.)
I sold a lot

(well)
I ain't never been safe

Move
Black Forgiatos on the tires got me sitting high like a gladiator
Life on the line, cross the state line,

A Century of Elvis

Belle & Sebastian

Lazy Line Painter Jane [EP Box Set]

2000

until the next night.
There's a lot of lanes and stuff around here, around the house.

Although it's right in the middle of the city it seems quite

Blow

Future

Astronaut Status

2012

think a little better. (Help me think a little better.)
Stuff the cash in my denim. (Stuff the cash in my denim.)
Blowing racks on blow. (Racks on ice.)

Whole lot of niggas tryna take my place
I just ran and bag it up the safe just tryna snatch that Wraith
Keep the bag secured on my mama and my

Stuff the money in a safe, I'm addicted to the cake
Started from the bottom, now I'm here
Call me Drake, speedin' in a Vette
All gas, don't hit

tryna be mine I stuff her face
I get the bands and stuff the safe
I roll it up and I meditate
Ain't no comparing
I'm spinning like ferris
They copy like

keep on complaining 
Safe to say they love me not
I'm aware they don't love me
But hey I love me a lot

It's good to be misunderstood
Because the masses

miss the tee time
I be on the green
But shorty like it rough
And now she want my love and my time baby that's a lot of stuff
What the fuck
Am I doing

be with me
I got a lot of war scars on my heart
From battles I know I ain't want
It's safe to say that if I had to do again
You know I would do it

later
I got a lot wagered
Gotta turn this minor shit to major
No room for no fakers
Gotta keep it playa all the time
Especially when you inside
You drop

run it up
He came up like stuff was tough
He got hit det boy done
In the parking lot that boy laid slumped
I'm too lit my face feel numb
She stupid she

float

Can't worry bout em boy I'm chasing a bag
I don't give a fuck if they mad
Mac Miller told me never keep yo pockets low that's why I don't even sag

Em close da gate
Gotta parrot on my shoulder copy Everything I say
Keep a cannon in my pocket ima up And shoot ya way
Then take a map up out my pocket