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swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up

a glove 
Tryna get with LC
She said leave me be
Hooking up with the bitch
There was no guarantee
Got me my blick
Go on a spree
Tryna hit a lick
Drop him

freezin', nigga, I'm so icy, just look at my neck (ice, ice)
I know this lil' bitch went to college 
I can tell just by her head (nigga, uh)
Man, why these

bruh
The way I'm sitting cozy on the beat like its a sofa
I spit the facts real watch me tellem like I’m soulja boy
I hit the track with conviction

dick, call that bitch a Lyft
My boy a dawg, my boy a pit
Like LSD my boy uh trip
He keep a p, sell it by the zip
Like Kobe B, scoring off the rip
With

new shirt no lights in ya home
Tell me how the hell that make Sense don't know
At least these bitches thinking they got money on em doe
buddy new whip

the low
If you ain't got the dough
Then don't text me if you is not shoppin'
When I post a snippet they tell me to drop it
I stay with them switches you

get off me
Bitch I’m too hot so get
Hit a nigga dead in the mouth
Tell em imma need all his proceeds
Say my name tryna get some clout
Tell em pussy

Property Picking

Fredo

Third Avenue

And get on the phone like I never did know
Most of these rap boys never did road
So look at me wrong, man, I'm gettin' 'em poled
Yeah, I just bought

to patch by you, Help me 
To weigh down sins, can't carry by myself
Do you like the way how I treat you?
Tell me, how you want me to come, be with you?
Don't

I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas 
Bitch I'm

Come Up

U.N.L.V.

6th & Baronne

1998

the fuck I'm goin' all out
Where they at, got to go get 'em Black, beat that buster broke and
I tell 'em I'm comin' back, this is not the life a player

need drug money all my bread legit
Got it comin' in you can tell by my fit
And I got these niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin' like a zit, I'm gone

You know I

side
This one for the archives
 
I be in the Bluff now but I never lose my East side ways
Always love when you see my face
Southside rollin’ tell ‘em

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

You would think the sneaks educated with these big words
Leave him in the street with wings,

the cost is
When I’m shoppin' niggas trippin' fold 'em call it origami (Ooh)
For breakfast I might eat hibachi smokin' ridin' passenger side in the Audi

season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I

fallin' fallin, 
For you, For you, 

And so I hit Kelz and told em I did well, 
Victoria had so many secrets I unveiled, 
Already rocked the boat but I know

Yo niggas is singin and oppin
Lookin for trouble we got it
Y'all don't want problems
All of my niggas is goblins
We gon pullup and just pop em
Smokin

And if I take a flick, then I be fresh
And that choppa make the nigga stress
Act a fool, I'm bangin' at your neck
If I'm on the scene, I make a mess
Tell

By the label that made your ass lay it down on floors
Draper boys rolling deep, a necessary explanations obsolete
'Cause we don't bullshit, come

now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't

FOE by any means
It was Me, Spikes3, DreDaDon, and my boy KingT
Everyday we chased the lettuce and got to the green
I ain't gone lie all of that money

All in Together

Sean Price

The Barrel Brothers

2014

The random axe savages that's pompous
We body a rock star in broad daylight
Tell 'em rock-a-by baby, till they all get the concept

Chip off the old block,