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(the low)
I ain't trickin' at all, I ain't spendin' no dough (none)
Won't catch me on no blogs, ain't linked to no hoes (I'm low low)
So, you gangster

from a lil bird
Now number 4 always lock the door
they killing mommas and babies it ain't no street code
By any means get everything sold
Stay with

right
Finna Mase shit like I found Christ
Let the beat speak like bound twice
Bound 2 get rich
Don't go no where without my bitch
Found you in the mix
Pro

the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by C's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees

[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in

with them big fishes 
With them rich fishes 
With them sick fishes 
With them Mr. Fucking Look At Me lil bitch fishes
Y'all shit spitters 
Phoney, foamy,

Yeah, I'm way too tired for this shit
Hello, I'm Mr. Chrome Heart with the zip up Bape
Get off my dick that'll be great
Gave her a sample said she

done told em twice I'm over nice, matter fact im so polite / I know im right
 I aint gotta question/ confirmed by her lil shorty she a blessing / and her

the ugh take me aside
Ugh and I ugh by design, she never ugh with my pride, we tryna ugh and get high
Throw an ugh in the sky, ugh from behind
The Funny

My name is Lion
Bitch I’m a king
You call it a mix
I call it a sting
That bitch a Devil where
Prada’s lil ring
My phone aint silent
Bitch where is

the dude I just dropped in
Just see what condition my condition was in
Funky funk, get low
Get that funk, with the funky funk
Funky Funk, say what
What

the blunt, set the mood, cause this shit here a vibe

Baby, please put up that phone, I don't fuck with the socials
I prefer to keep it low, R. Kelly and Mr

brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot

come through when I slumber
Naw, and I ain't talkin' bout a lil' bit No, not finna trip by the lil' bitch
You can take that straight back real quick I

nothin
Keep a change of hoes, like a change of clothes
I can't let 'em know, it'll crush 'em
Mr. replace her, Mr. don't chase her
Cut that lil' thing off,

Here We Come

Nelly

Free City [Clean]

2001

Peeping that demo I can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down that you never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types baby fathers

If you're foolin', only foolin'
If you're foolin', only foolin'

Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner
Scannin' profit with my

Uh, it's Young T-Roy aim this bitch, yah

What you want, lil' baby? I can get us tickets off the coast
They be actin' crazy, I hate niggas who always

I mix the patience with hustle Yeah I'm going all in
Building muscle just to flex so yeah I'm going all in
Pain from gains and the losses but I call

You can't mix street shit with music
Cause what these haters say
They ain't gon do it
These niggas tryna test, I just might lose it
I might get life

No Playaz

Angie Martinez

Up Close and Personal [Clean]

2001

Whoo!
[CHORUS:] Angie and Lil' Mo 
Even though you got no money 
Other chicks be actin funny 
It don't matter boy 'cause I got love for you 
[a

bro
She hangin' on my dick just like a rope
Top tier, lil' nigga I'm a pro
I hop on the beat, I got it from Brent
I swear that I'm straight
But she got

I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two cups
Mix it up fruit punch
I been down too long
Think I need you or
I just need two blunts

Its alright we can take the time 
I want your body on top of mine (uh huh)
Lets dim these lights to a low shine 
(lets turn these light down a lil

high let's fly
In a new ride tints up real wide

Bad lil Mami those hips real wide
Take it by surprise for night
We could do what you like 

We could do