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broke boy
Oh ya bitch shut yo mouth you just a joke boy
You don't want this smoke boy
Better watch yo tone boy
I can get you gone boy
I can get you gone

Burning a blunt my niggas is highly intoxicated so we turning it up
I'm never concerned with them niggas mean mugging the thugs
Be we keep the heat but it's

her mouth no dentist
I keep reelin’ em out no fishin’
Every time I step out I’m checkin’ my rear view
Boy I’ll tell you that
All these niggas hatin’ for

pack yo bags lil nigga you famous in a city full of turtles
Feel like Master Splinter
No snitching
I know jus' how it feel when you master a craft

So boom
Just take a scoop as you scoot by

Kinetic Eye got that lyrical yay yo
You getting served this work cause he say so
Numb your tongue when you

bitches counted me out (yeah)
Now I'm back, I got 'em shocked, these bitches droppin' they mouth (mouth)
Lil' Runaway, my friend mama helped me out
I

Yeah yeah on God
I walked in this bitch with two 40s on me
We wiping yo nose just make sure you don't sneeze
She sucking my dick yeah she all on her

that's it time for me
Uh, gone run the butter up
I brought my brothers up
My bitch a lil mean she actin like butter cup
I like the paper but I keep

brodie got pills faster then flash
And for myself I always be by my lonely
They pressed me then but now bitch they gone know me
If I tell you sum know that

the one hop out that striker tryna
Fill him up with lead I'm the one that knew he checked before the
News had said he dead Told lil bro keep his aim steady

to say that I did it
I done lost hoes
But I still ain’t lose myself
Santa didn’t get me shit so I got it by myself
Had to put away my feelings so they

Yellow, blue, red but I come from the south
Yo girl only listen cuz I'm in her mouth
I thought that I told you this life I'm about
I thought that I

a new whip, with a bitch right beside me, yeah (Right beside me)
Way too many women in my missed call log (Yeah)
Lil thickie got the dicky, now she keep

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Yukmouth

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You lickin my dick, wit yo ass up in the air she lickin yo clit 
Now that's the shit
You wonder why they call me Hugh Heff
'cause I keep two chicks

Ganxtaville - wir rasen

I got a nigga, wit a lil' bit of liquor
And a dick that stick in ya
Big mouth like a shnickels (Oh)
I got a nigga and another
Nigga

even afford it
Savage like Randy
He slimy like Orton
'Yo wit a money bag, feeling important
Shorty keep hitting my phone, I'm ignoring it
Can't name

gunnin with the Three 6
40 Cal in my draws runnin from them laws
A clip is rolled in my sock
Im hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,

you see me on stage know I'm boutta go in
I be runnin' that track man I really go ham
Ima hit the one eight and then Ima be gone
On my waist is all

to learn nigga was how to dodge a hoe like darango
Now I'm tryna learn bout bankruptcy, you trying Make yo first bankroll
Do you Lil niggas like Faison, try

you say you stacking bread in all yo motherfuckin captions?
Even with my fitted on I still ain't out here fucking capping
Keep my front door open ride

with yo bitch and we in the scat
Got a glock on me and a glock on Zack
I'm with lil Kso, we scamming yo ass
I'm wit lil Jahhlu yo bitch in the back
I'm

the bullshit, you could cram it
Along with the dildo, straight to your ass like a field goat
Hush! Your mouth's closed, so yo fuck all that Willie boast

I’m tryna give yo ass a hand
A lil game to make ya name young nigga 
Wake up!
You’s tryna keep up wit ya friends 
And the Jones’ I suppose 
You making

mouth and have yo main bitch choking
I ain't even fuck and I had the pussy soaking
Yeah I'm slidin' in her ribs like some bone in
All you niggas dirty