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guy
Carlos, that's my guy
Rick Ross, that's my guy
Hold up wait
Took a seat with greatness guess I really know my place
Everybody dripping fuck with us

Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo

always doing a drive by in the Monte Carlo

People trifling
Why you think I move solo
Mama looked me dead in the eye
And said... Something just ain't right

close to god
I don't care I don't know
Pour up in una Jones cream
Shut up I don't wanna scream
That's a lie I love to scream
I can't even trust a bro

Filthy Rich

South Park Mexican

Never Change

2001

pissed 'cause they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
Throw away gats still chop 'em up
I walk in and the whole club stands still
More money

me to the dogs
And then you acted like you Jesus
And you know, I feel for them details
Know you wanna pull up
Tell that nigga, he need Jesus

I don

Believe in ya dough choose zeroes over hoes mane
Even when ya hurt be a starter not a second string
Produce like troops throw it up like ya serve game
Get

gon' go vroom
Shit, you dig what I'm saying
I wanna slide in McLaren
When I pull up in an AMG or new Bugatti don't even speak to me, just keep on staring

and my medulla oblongata ain't scared of nada
So buck up, or you'll get run up, they raise the Sun up
And I'm the son of a long line of veterans

you been drinkin
Just show me what you been thinkin
Or love me just tell me ask me 
Just pull me off to the back seat  
Look ride with me 
Don't get up

Prezzley P'll get you popped nigga, Swayze nigga
Nigga,
They done threw me in the lab, Hoss
Yeah, T.C. the Don nigga
You can call my Hoss if you want

Monte back
She ride that Harley bad
Yeah, hold up
Hold on
(Get you right yea)
I need a road that don't end alright
What's it gonna take for you to stay

Dominate The Weak

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

Wake up homie
Ayy, them people, they coming
Listen
Ayy, wke up
Ayy, homie
You gotta get up
Ayy, them folks is at the door, man
Get up
Get up

sum'n
Get the fuck on auntie before I stick sum'n
Since a youngin', I knew I was about to turn up
We the ones that hit that small town and made it burn up

on my name, that just leaves me in conversation
Claim you ain't a fan but stay bringing my name up in rotation
This is the matrix, don't pop pills I

Serving up fiends in the back
She hate when I leave and come back
She getting way too attached
Hate when they get too attached to me I gotta roll up a blunt

Gang
Lit up on my block
I live my life like I'm a savage
Pop out with that glock
I swear to God it could get tragic
Lit up on my block
I live my life

out my bread
Throw it in the stash
Double up then double up again
I don't like to bragg
Praying all my nuccas out here win
Buy the whole damn block

with lust
(Trade with lust tonight)
You and me, never gets enough
Never gets enough
From London to Milano
From Dubai to Monte Carlo
Bye bye bitch
Being

't know by now, let me acquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme
They

Mos Definitely

Logic

Everybody

2017

don't wanna work a job, motherfuck a 9 to 5
Every time I get a check, what I really get? Robbed
Livin in America, this shit is a facade
But you gotta

a Monaco penthouse
Drinks by the rooftop she praying that I slip up
Set a hot lap on the streets think I'm Ayrton Senna
And that be my rainy day cottage

a glock round (Glock round)
Early mor mor don dey think about my being rich
And if you no dey fuck
Get up out my crib bitch
I don be bad boy since like

brother
Heavy is the head, you better go and get neck cover
Score and fill the net, like Carlos Tevez I'm next brother
Heavy is the head, you better go