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can’t just get by with the rope a dope. Yeah Ali the Goat. But Tyson no joke. And Floyd ain’t a hoax. So once they get fresh on the seen yo moment

a bullet
It gonna hit yo throat
Ain't no time for quotes
Catch a kitty
To another state
We transporting all the dope
Taking x
Your shit getting pressed
I'd

like the way she gbe Funmi
Dacon wa se temi...
Mo ni co fara bale ko wa gba wo e
Oya o bere mole ko ma sawo yeah
Verse 1
Ba by oo
She be dancing

surrounded by them flies
Boy I know that I’m the shit cuz my heart, it ain’t got no lies

My heart ain’t got no evil I just like to be the villain
I just like

in a bag
Mama be smiling she feeling this too 
I’m feeling me too 
Don’t get it confused 
I play by no rules 
Can’t walk in my shoes 
You win or you

Homers Odyssey
Yeah you on TV and people like yo I gotta see
But real Gs look at me they know that they gotta read
Check my profile and judging me by

Yeah they know that I'm a dope boy I'm in my white tee
Got my chain on my jeans on, and these not Nike
In Burberry like Perry, you cannot find me
But

the weekend
It's over, too famous to sneak in
Wolverine in a sheep skin, I be goin' off the deep end
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You text just

yo I feel blessed man cause
These crazy fucking times that we're living
No one has ever become poor by giving
So I jump on the beat and give you this

shrooms and I float
Treat the trap like Jerry world a lot of players got the dope
I stay laughing to the bank
Rude Boy Shabba Ranks
And I keep my pistol

had to let the credits roll
Meanwhile I go wild I been smoking too much dope
In yo aisle ill defile have you running for the door
And I got it for

to gas my verse victims
Let them Niggas sleep tho cuz I never force my words in 'em
Bottom boy working speak the trenches I put dope in em
Signature by

truly get Off
Like boy why you tryin'
Nobody gives a fuck about all ya liein'
Decrease my bills, scare ya off with the iron
I know it a civic but it roar

hell, I need some help, you'd cry if you seen what I seen, nigga
Been smokin' dope, I cannot cope, I take my throat, put a fucking rope around it
You

my women loyal to me, no betrayers
I like em real freaky as well, that answer prayers
Cause I'm a money getting, dope smoking, pussy slayer
I like my

need I’m never lacking
Who you hyping up boy who you gassing
Who you think you styling who you dressing
Bitches by the dozen they caressing
Came up I was

Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and
The jackers get jacked
I

em I don't pursue this shit
Now I'm in the open just to keep myself from losing it
Bobby boy records, yo, I'm the dude that's new to it

Ghost (cyy)

Mit Wurst oder Mett
Und ja ich furze ins Bett
Und ja Herr Kuchen hat es richtig drauf
Ich geb' mein Gehalt nurnoch für
Löffel oder Spritzen aus

Yo

Yo, yo
Yeah

Full Attack Mode
Butt of a bad joke
Half of the pack smoked, so I'm in a bad mood
I'm wicked with tattoos, my stats are fact too
Half

Ball players and dope boys poppin
And you think death or in jail is
A cliche you weigh yo options
Now the cops got a reason to stop
You and the hatred

out the bag
White Tee on my ksubis
I keep fresh ones on my feet
Residue all on my dresser
I got dope boy tendecies
I work nine to five so good
You might

of sorts you looking lost boy
Goofy bro make you say
Truly dope only thing cut up the target's throat
Harm the most blade and gun, staying fucking armed with

fuckin' wit no other guys
Don't ask if we need one more
For me gon let that cutta rise
Ain't trippin' when it's gun smoke
Know I'm standin' by myself
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