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Flyin' high I'ma dunk it like it's Space Jam
I'm still tryna get this money got the same plan
She tryna pull up on the kid but got a whole man
But

pants
She just think by bout bands bands
Ain't thinking romance
I just want you to dance
Money is all in the plans
Go head let's turn this shit up
Gotta

steppers with drums like I'm watchin' band
Must be all you can eat, she eat all the dick she can
My people need me, I guess I am in demand

Blessed to be

She wanna fly, Lets go to the Yams
He better run, this Tec never jam
She wanna fuck, She know who I am
Mr. Flex On Instagram
I'm on the stove, I make

piece, apple watch band, make it jam
Got me in a trance, this beat got me in a trance
Man I'm tripping down in France, while dancing with some friends
But

to stepping and flexing
Ever since I made that lil' jam
Niggas, they been eating out my hands, I just wanna get my bands up
Don't be sitting down, I told my

y'all will, by the end of tonight
It's Tone and, I come to run the show, and ride the mic

Stacks so fat, roll it in a rubber band
I'm a one-band man,

catch you moving
Red eye, swing by, I barely pressed it
Zooming unky in the kitchen with some dog
Finna step into it
European sneaks on but the necklace

the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]

[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out

Ayy, ayy, ayy, you know every
Time it's up, it's stuck, nigga
(What up, Worthy?) and ain't no coming down
Q-R-N (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)
Quando

gotta be 
Sticking to those codes I’m living by the streets

Coming up it was hard nigga
Where dem shottas turn yo partna into hog chitterlings
Stop all

Sticking to them codes I'm living by the streets




Coming up it was hard n***a
Where dem shottas turn yo partna into hog chitterlings
Stop all that capping

Sweet Love

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

thoughts consumed 
By the pa**ion, slow jam tunes and body action 
My finger's on the clit splashin', your p**** lips 
Got you spazzin', love juices,

Thug Luv

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Greatest Hits [Chopped and Screwed]

2004

[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.] 
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a 
long time. Well, here it

when the rents due
Yet thankless if things do improve
And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through
It's all about the groove the publics into
We was

blind and I see
Blood through these Ray Bands (4 real)
Bodies on pavements
Look what I made man, a mafia
Hittaz that'll cave a ngga face in
No

the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the

It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia
Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria
Every part of the whole

Roll up that za I smoke exotic by the pea
No one can ever help you out when you tell 'em that you in need
Daddy always told me play with them lions you

the man, if she only fucking me for the bands
Trick on a rat bitch I can't , a play on the road, this my jam
I'm on the block right now with a Glock right

I'm
Freaky like can man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like a NBA jam man
Im the Sand Man, You a Lack,

been cold, they hate the word forgiveness
So I close my eyes, b*tch, I ain't even gonna witness
N*ggas see how I come, so they c*ck block
By the way she

shit real you can't understand
Go get you some bands
Go getchu some bread
ATM bout to fuck up my hands
I'm counting this bread
It's stacked to my head
If

glowing up
Bands falling out my pocket like they throwing up
You was my main bitch, till you fucked it up
Stabbed a knife right through my back like I ain't

these bands, these racks
We lead them bad vibes, cannot affect us
We move in small circles, yeah, circles, yeah
All of these checks, these bands, these