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Told my momma go and pray for me
Cause I ride wit a choppa that sing like David Lee
Told my vultures I got em just have some faith in me
My lil

about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man

They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight

I'm Com'n

UGK

Get It How U Live!

1997

western with niggas in two cars 
Tomorrow hoes gotta go cause me and be	 flyin back to Tennessee 
Tryin' to see bout some cheese 
They got niggas ballin,

fuck by tonight
She like “Veno you cold” started rolling her eyes
Whipped it out, started sucking my dick with some ice
All my niggas slang fire cuz you

Know it'by is dark
So You channel your anger and let it remote Control ya thoughts
Ya think I troll ya thoughts and make you mad on purpose
You itching

love being all by my lonely and matching myself, cause only in I who I trust
Copped me a zip and said fuck it and went made music on behalf of the buds

Cause I ain't even been in this bag, and like, you feel me
You feel me, ina lil minute
And some of this shit just still in the vault, man
You feel me? I'm

show me love
Bad bitches wanna hug
Niggas hate, but they know what's up
I was goin' hard
In lil' Harlem tryna double up
When I was down bad on my ass

a lil' shorty I like how she ride
Yuh
Can't see the pain that be up in my eyes
Yeah
Can't see the shit I done went through to get to the point
Where I know

how long I'm here
I ain't never gon' get tired of rappin'
(Never) , lil' bitch

I been goin' through some shit
That I can't explain (Can't explain)

the block and i don't even run track
If he drop the location we spinning right back
Yeah... yeah 

And my niggas spin thru on some mob shit
I'm gon off

goin'
Ain't no plans of stoppin'
Ain't no plans of slowin'
And it's still a Glock
But I still keep the drum right by my groin
Heard that he was hatin'

Still, it pains me I can’t make her mother the one get the ring
If you ask her tell it different gift of gab can kill a queen 
Visions of grandeur of some

to hold back the chosen
It was strictly biz to mark the wax then goin off on it
By all means necessary they would boogie down bronx it
the main ingredient

through
I don't do talking if we ain't talkin the revenue
This side of me lil different it's a part that they never knew
Fuck a blog and a interview went

Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And decided we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a lil' bit of money

the cheddar for my dawgs  
Fading with my niggas  
Cuz my niggas been my niggas 
Running round the hood till we got a lil bigger  
Niggas got hot so they

I can’t even wonder bout this shit
If it’s without you
Know I got you
Mama ask about you

Rollin through
I need a boost
I’m in the booth
I think

Pull Dat Cash Out / December

Trouble

Edgewood

through ya spot
Nigga had da nerve to ask Lil' One 'bout a pussy ass bitch
That hoe don't belong to me or you, that hoe belong straight to dick
These

ok)
So I put you in the game, phone jumpin like Lebron
Had a nigga in jail feeling like he was a don (Boss shit)
First visitation I got faded by lil

Uh Oh
LMG Bitch
Weed S. Bitch
Veeh Lil'Monsterpull
Show out
Takeoff
Lets show out
Uh Oh
Uh Uh Uh Oh
It go uh oh
Gun smoke
Blunt smoke
Don’t choke
Who

Uh, we in your life motherfucker
Y'all done fucked around
With the wrong motherfuckers
Now it's on, yeah you better get some gone
Fuck with us bad

needa get some shit up off my chest

Lately I been thinking bout death and nothing else
Watching people turn they back on me they left me by myself 
But I

the same 
Dre in benzo we servin thru lanes

Why you goin so hard, man this just the intro
Smokin outdoor, but I'm Smokin on indo 
I shoot my shot and it hit