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wrist, man it don't mean a thing 
Why are they so easily fascinated by ice and bling 
She fuh wimme she think i can give her finer things
Told her hit

We still trappin' just Lil B

Trappin' out in the hallways
Breaking down weed all day
Servin' pounds like always
Trappin' so hard I done broke my leg

box
Mr. Harris where the gun? lip locked
Yeah I got it locked down like a pill top
I been running to the money on the hilltop
You dont get it boy I

point A to B
I start by sippin coffee while talking to my lil built freak, silhouettes of the rain on her window pain under silk sheets
Only time I miss

riding on my dick
Jingles from my keys, yea mind made up
Now we stepping up waiting on the bust-downs
This for them sad times in the mirror
From Orile, I

here it's light always Livin this grind like divine all day
Bruce Willis on a mission runnin in the Spirit and 
I'm jumpin in the fire like it's Yippee

like a damn sprayground
I'm dropping hella singles they like they wanna here the tape now

Day by day I'm getting back my vision
Had some short circuit

Tire Shop

Gangsta Blac

Can It Be

1996

of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness

finna go
Lil baddie wanna go back home
In the whip she going down like syndrome
Yababdo Mr flintstone
Said I wouldn't go there but I did though
Came

talent, so this what I chose
I am a king but I’m different from los
I’m drippin lil nigga come check out my clothes
I wanna be great and successful like Hov

I'm never going out fucking sad
Lil bad bitch yes I hadda beat her back 
She a trophy so I put her back up on the rack
Smoking on the pack this

Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
Take a deep breath this hole became sauna though
I don't like the period ends, only the commas bro
Baby mouth open,

fuck with me so I just know it was Satan
Mr. Fun and Games this music shit my playground (Play play)
Everyday I do the lawn care and cut the snakes out

my bitches and jimmy choo
Wasnt for this bag I dont know what ill do
Cost me 600 to lace the shoe
Bring out them cameras we making a movie
Yeah fuck

lethal weapons and Danny Glover box
Yeah, hold on, this shit, I'm sayin' crazy
No, I ain't never need no help, I feel like I'm Lil' Baby
And I don't give

Mr cell Block, Mr dead Eye like
Rydas' the gang and all
You motherfuckers know me

Lil Shank! One of the illest killers
Cap peeler, blood spiller,

it is
Well fuck you then
One, two, threes
Like Lil Wayne
It's the Carter 3
Mrs. Officer calling my phone
She wants some closure
You see, yeah
How you

I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from

rappin
Y'all niggas be cappin
Y'all ain't bout that
I'm sick of these lil' niggas
Steady talkin' down they tryin' to get some attention
Ain't never seen

i'll give it to 'em, yea they want me to turn back up
Yea I got this red in my cup, yea I got this red in my cup (Yea)
Starting to feel like Chapo, I get

fifties green 
Twenties link with me
Whole team winnin livin' 
In a dream litty
I just think different doa-ed 
The beat bitch I'm
Mr. T pimpin golden 
Cuban

a do it for a Perc (thirtyyyyy)
I'm With the pure
This is all family
We is not a gang
But OnaGang boa we got mo Thangs
Den we got names
Foenem ride with

can
I've been stacking this money up like Mr. Krabs
Stack it to the ceiling we just trying turn the city up
Busy chasing benjis ain't nobody really lit

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