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the rules
It's cool cuz we both finished school 
No I ain't no regular dude
No pedestal I'm on a stool
A nigga try me he a fool..thruuu
Lie lie lie lie lil

can
Boy you won't get no where if you holding out your hand

When i pull out that 45 it put him in trance
I be real with you no lie
Don't let your gun

flow, I do this shit right off the dome
Buy a pound, I break it down, I sell it out, I need some more
(Damnnn)

Ain't no need to front, I keep a pole, but

Let’s go

Verse 1
Welcome to da show 
I am your host 
A main character
Who went through da most
A lil embryo who 
Came out da choach
Used it’s own cord

Chainz
My nigga in the cut
And he let his choppa bang
Whippin' in a Bentley skrt skrt
Might just cop a range
I'm wit' this bad lil bih
And she boot off

And my lil dog off the perc
And he gon do a drill
But this aint even no drill
So Im just playin wit ya baby
Ima rap star baby
Ima trap star baby
Got it out

Si bonita mamacita yeah she a lil' diva huh
Tired of Sofia so I switch it to Maria huh
Now she comin' my way fly from Argentina huh
Yeah she wanna

don't know what to do, lil' shorty
Don't know if I can I know I can do it all
Yeah, I know that I can Yeah, we can, we can
Shorty, let's go far away We

stormin'
It was just me and the mic recordin'
If I say it's up, I ain't sendin' a warning
Say the word, he get gone by the mornin'
Hit the gas then I swerve

adore
Baby know you new to love let me give you a Lil tour
Never ‘posed to feel like you working on a chore
If trusting is your issue baby leave it

no kick back
Run it up these rackz my get back
No est gee my lick back
Stay on point just hurry up n grip that
Glock 21 let me get that
Lil ole boy got

Trap Muzik

T.I.

Trap Muzik

2003

doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to something else
They love to work
That's why I

a lil' better
They bought her way better, and her ass a lil' fatter
So I'm tryna knock it out the bar like a batter
She a real star, you might need

name was just Phinneas
I do not give no fucks
I got that choppa on me and it's sending you up
My dick in her guts
I got that lil bitch on me, you know

never knew 
Come ride with me lil baby we compatible 

Shhhh pipe down 
Please don’t make no sound
I get caught with you best believe it’s going down 
I

up a lil more
Lil’ baddie high off my cup cause it had a 4
I got used to foreigns so I suicide open doors
Do or die, growing more
Momma look what I

back home
Really bouta know what a drive-through do

I don't, kickback
Liu Kang, Bruce Wayne cape came with it 
Got the boy head spinning like a Beyblade

Im High
 It's nice to meet you 
Didnt see you at first 
Had to fly to reach you

Sittin on clouds smoking the weed 
Up by the heavens we dangle our

it up too soon
Gotta be careful
Imma put you under review
Cause I can’t settle
I’m confused
I don’t know what to do
Only one choice
And it’s gone be me

much
Those who got the most to
Say never really do much
I swear they doing too much
Yeah, somebody run the city, I'm like
"Who us?"
When it come

Maybe shoot a lil video or Something (haa)

Look I know I should be Humble
I should deal with myself but Fuck it I'm the man
Still do what I wanna you do

let up
Tell my shooter shoot from the neck up
Got them racks off the roof i done ran it up
Smoking zaza got me high yayaya
I'm the truth I tell no lie

- in your way

I never needed anyone - like I'm needin' you today

Do I have to say the words

Do I have to tell the truth

Do I have to shout it out

fuck this bitch up we bout to fuck this bitch up
I just got a pack of that Oowee
Lil mama ass fat i'm like Oowee
She gone make it clap that's a movie