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on my chain
I’m hoopin’ indoor cause I ball when it rain
Five pack honey berry woods just for the pain
I don’t do no friends I get paid said in vein
If I

on Hall Of Fame
Can't get my shank mixed up with bro's, me and him don't bore the same
I'm way too fly, even when I don't pack my bags, I board the plane

getting that pack, you gon' rush me?
(Hm?) are you the feds is the question, ooh
Try to tell me that I'm under arrest
Hide in that Hellcat, the start, I'ma

face on my wood like a totem pole (goddamn)
My lids low from the blunt smoke (shit)
Feeling R&B, holding blue notes
Boy, you only bussing down with

I love Mr wOT Entertainment crud!

Real, real, realer man get scrilla
Tear up liver, head, face and neck get rip up
Bro, love whip up
Bro-bro pick up

punch in
Y'all still tryna guess what I got
Makin' assumptions
Money ain't the topic my nigga
Change the discussion
This that mental rap, packs the rental

On the Silver Globe Anna hitting me up because Helen possessed
If he talking shit stomp his face like American History X

Come and See Enemy cruelty its too

the whole pack eat
Call it bad drug and they 'bout to OD
Slice it up, Samurai on the beat
I'ma get money 'til I’m dead, capeesh? Ayy
Cheese on my head like

Madchild, glory days to a gory face
To horror, war and rage
Rich to being poor and strange
Horrid pain, and I went to make my story change
Exciting

face
Then that nigga just shootin and its nice to get away
So let me take it from the L-O-C straight killa
If you out to do some dirty pack a nina

Let it loose, mature content

Here we come again bitch in your mothafuckin' face
Eightball and M J fuckin' G rippin' up the place
Comin' out hard

so i ain't gonna speak location,
If you knew my place you would know my face so this mask is another conversation
And it still is
Had to cut bare man

back
To back like Kobe, shaq
Flip a pack it's coming back
Like boomerang's in cul-de-sac
So action packed my gun intact
Put hollows where his kidneys

a hurried haze
Glad you went home for Mother's Day
Thinkin' maybe you should pack a black dress but you're too afraid

Every mile on 65 that you don't get

Yeah yeah
Face down nigga
All you other niggas better go
Back to the motherfucking lab
Brush up on y'all gangster shit
Niggas know where all the
Richest

these niggas like packs keep my hoes in fact
Oh that's yo nigga well he my new nigga
Had to add him to my roaster make you hoes bitter
I bring the drama

that maybe you are causing this
Maybe it's my resting bitch-face
No mistake this place is a disgrace
Home to a nutcase, screaming in a pillow case

sprouts 
Stomach ruptured, I muster the gumption to scrunch up my face
And engage in consumption of something scrumptious and sumptuous 
A munchkin,

Trapping Ain't Dead [Section Remix]

Section Boyz

Don't Panic

2015

are Freddy, man are Fredo
Just done an event, that's Play-Doh
Gyal strip down when I say so
Man ah do road on the main road
Bait face, man ah never

laced 
Before I share with you lames take it to the face 
Career started strong but you can’t keep the pace

Cocaine on her nail drinking white claw 
Know

year long here it look Christmas s
Wind so strong when it hit u it’s painful
I can no longer feel my face

22 deep issa motorcade
Chalet on the mountain

Fresh just like a boldie
What he want
Well this that cancer pack

Hit me fa the lo
They keep on asking
I ain't sending it
In the blood
These niggas

passports
I'm punching the last 4

Spend some bands down in SoHo
I dropped a dime on a coat though
Just to go style on my old ho
And I show my faces where

nique sa mère"
15h, t'es là, 16h, t'es là, "Mais bouge de là !" c'est c’que ces bâtards disent
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