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the loud noise (yeah)
We black outlaws, opposite of the Proud Boys
Comin' on horseback, mission to bring the boss back (mh)
Came to kill shit, tell 'em

Whiskey Eyes

French Montana

Jungle Rules

2017

did was let the pain hurt my feelings
Turn the pain into music
Turn the music into millions
Got jerked my first deal, now I tell 'em suck a dick

the whole nigga 
Hoe nigga baby boy Jody Jo nigga gotta go nigga 
It used to be as long as I know he love me 
Now I'm like somebody come and get em from me

You niggas be foxin
My niggas gone spot 'em
I swear that boy finished
(I swear that boy finished)

You're artificial
You niggas gone copy
You bitch she

friends we gon wet em up
I just go out by my business
How could I ever commit
I haven't seen her in a minute
But I'd be lying if I told you I missed her
I'm

never got to see my daughter smile
Used to hold my childish ways
I put 'em down no more self inflictin'
Let's just stick around
I got songs that I had put

to do I'ma let 'em call
My white boy sling the rock he look like Jared Goff
I ain't by myself you know I do it by committee
Hammer on the side when I be

Pray For Me

Ralo

Before Anythang

2018

doin' the shit I'm doin'
That's my meal, I ain't skippin' to it
I got niggas that can't wait to shoot
All I gotta do is tell 'em "Do it"
Every time

Bought that shit off extras
Bomb dropped off we catch it
Send my nigga to fetch it
Niggas still hating, thats petty
Tell them boys we ready

I know some

never backing down
This how mackin sound, pimpin at its best
Kissing babies and I'm also signing breast
If I'm not the best, tell me who is
Who did it

Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em

Told em I ain’t here to play no Games
Rather catch me broke
Then out here fuckin on a lame
Ion really care what they be Talking bout
Make you bitches

CANT NOT STAY HERE
BIG PIMPIN ON EM TRYIN TO BE RICH LIKE JIGGA
MIGHT THROW BACK A JIG OR 2
LATELY THEY BEEN ASKING ME G33K WHATS GOTTEN INTO YOU
IM GOIN

cinnamon
Tell 'em all Mikey legitimate
I want the smoke I need more than a bit of it
You took an L while I win again
Cross on my neck I'mma sin again

They

going state 2 state , yo Gmac talk to 'em 
Uh huh
Look, Listen up
I'm Finna put you on some cold game
Get you on the right track with the road train

and tell em what it is
Your true intentions and she really be with it nigga you winning
Man if you doing all that extra shit and she aint giving you shit

okay
And your shawty pull up and she follow
And she go we gon' fill 'em with Hollows
And your shawty pull up and she swallow
Okay, excuse me got your

Black out black out
It's a knock out knock out
If that phone get the ringing tell em not now
Not cause it's on now
I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin

hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way to being a star
Get on ya job hater
Tell em get on they job
You hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way

know you heard about my pimpin
Run up my bag and I dip I got some money to flip
If that N***a got to touch he a simp
Don't act like you beefin with me

then hide they hands them boys'll never say they did it
I been focused on my mission give a damn bout competition
Niggas say they really with ya

welcome back
Cause I am too rebellious
Ain't shit you can tell us
Handed me a test like I won't nail it
Figured out I was the only nigga in the room with

skills
Mo money mo problems, glad to pay my new bills
Complaining won't pay em anyway, so why try
Honestly I'm past words, ain't no need for WiFi
No

everyday I'm stylin'

Bitch you know I got a bag just look at my drip
Da way I talk nigga should've been a pimp
Tell a bitch quick don't give me no lip
Put