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Yao yao dimelo ray smiry 

Esto es United music 

Dimelo breiden el siniestro

Soy carlos ef la amenaza

Dimelo bryant smith

Be be be be bellaqueo

Symone Marshall, say her name
Symone Marshall, say her name
Symone Marshall, say her name
Symone Marshall, won't you say her name
Yvette Smith, say her

running up a
Bag it’s boosting my adrenaline
I’m in my prime number 8 Kobe Bryant
I’m the king of this shit cause
I was raised with the lions
My heart still

we gettin' rid
God got all the power
He gonna devour
Die at every hour so we get our flowers
Helped me get my milly
Rhymes be soundin' silly
Bryant boy

My People

James Ingram

The Art of Love & War

2007

Walker, Bishop Noel Jones

Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott
Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant
Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor
Lena Horn, Samuel

smith
Young basedgod in the function
Got my vans on n dey look like sneakers 
Bitchmob out in kentucky with the heater
Talk about my bank, whatchu thinkin

bryant 24 , asante rims 24 on an escalade
And the escalade is pulling off straight with yo hoe
I'm from where the seasons don't change but we'll still sell

Randy Moss's and Dez Bryant's
They can't catch footballs but they can catch bodies (Yeah)
I'm Michael Vick mixed with some Lamar Jackson
Run them back

Beamer, Benz, or Bentley

Juelz Santana

Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley

Beat it I bet she let me
She been fiending since she met me
I'm the coolest shit especially
When I throw on all my Gretzky
Got my sm-sm-smith

say it cost too much
I’m bossin-up, I’m flossing-up
Kobe Bryant in the clutch
You going Dutch, I double-up
You flex enough for both of us
I’m true

when you’re moving with your mouth closed
Closed mouths don’t get fed in this fucking household, you’re tripping
They’re sporting a Smith and Wesson

on surround sound
You get it
Nah lil nigga you aint wit it
Runnin through hoes emmitt smith-ing
Now I gotta do this for a living
Nah I ain't gotta use a kitchen

I'm drawing
This weapon
Then I spit lead cuz
My head a Smith and Wesson
And I reckon that you better
Get to stepping for  I wreck em
Like it's tekon
You

cations don slip up and catch a felony
I lost a couple of partner to the game an smith&wesson
Now I got to stay dangerous
And ready to do some damage
Been

slapped a son, left a mother crying
Yo white ass can't talk, yo name probably brain
Hit a fadeaway on a nigga, Kobe Bryant
That nigga said he gon jump, that

phone why she prying
Now you seen all them texts why you crying
I'm the face of the league kobe Bryant
I don played all these games like a lineman
I don't

wanna smoke weed

J R smith type shit Got Any strain youll ever need
Baduizm catch me tryna climb the fuckin appletree

Got cha blue lipstick
That thick

made some killers witnessed kings become a tyrant
I'm tired of the sirens all I hear is sirens
Shooters posted up on the block they think they Bryant

na na na
Will Smith has corona na na na na
Tupac has corona na na na na
Steve Harvey has corona na na na na
Magic Johnson has corona na na na na

record thinkin' sweet
But if I hit you I bet you you fall
Smith & Wesson 500 will break
The bricks in the wall
Hall and Nash, West and Con, nigga
We upper

a sip of shit
Brodie wanna rob him, told him, "Clean that boy like Mister Pip"
Off dog food, made Dallas money, damn near think I'm Dennis Smith
This

never die (yeah)
And maybe fix all the mistakes for those who still alive and give them all a second try (damn)
Erase that Will Smith slap and turn him

swear we gone ball on this Earth

Ball, ball, ball, ball
Kobe Bryant, and Gasol
Bad bitch, no flaws
Fat ass, no bra
I can spit some real shit
Make a broke

Coleman been sittin' next to me
Yeah, rapper remarkably, savage authority
Clappin' the Smith &, Daryl Dixon
Look like I'm practicin' archery
The walking