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Says she wanna hit it
- She like designer things and royalty
- Patech Phillip and Louis Vuitton
- First class or she’s jetting
- Girl popping like queen

hit the crib
You can be my guest, girl
Let you sip a drink or two
Take it to the head, girl

I only fuck with rappas
I never fuck producas
You know i

Loui Vitton bag on her shoulder close to her butt,
The south of her navel she had beautiful feet,
Complimented by a tongue ring I said she a freak.
With

certain lines I need a Queen by my side Defeat, 
So many losses they just fill up my mind
Retreat, 
I can't stop I just keep on my grind
It's deep, 
It gets

don't know why
Even if it rain every
2 days
If not Mauby
Meh tap dem dry
Next
T&Tec on de list
I feel them cutting deal
With ah store
ch certain time ah

Neva mind us
in the lab acting bad where you find us
cali chick with the hits all lined up
could'a did it by yaself but ya signed up
while you waiting

hide it
Music up on max, windows down when she drive the whip
This ain’t a fairytale, but she a queen and she living it
Circle real small, if you in it,

n if he dies, he dies
I’m a Big Mac and the coke is supersized
U need to ketchup if u wanna get these fries
I’m getting thighs by the bucket. 
Nigga u

watch my six 
A nigga hustling trying to eat but these niggaz rather see me bleed 
Believe
Verse 2:
90% of the time I'm living in my brain 
Social media

and make it
Somebody tell me 
How do I live my life right?
I pull away from my friend and I don’t wanna live by agendas
Every choice I make is a second guess

O Beats we had our first hit single called Bring it To Me shot the video but got raided by the police who thought that we was making Porno cause

can't hit reset
I don't want cheddar, wanna get that power
Wanna be made not paid by the hour
Making me wait while they eat that steak
And my life

crook
By plot or buy scheme we drop Training Day 2
And done a headline on the
Run facin' fed time
Had me runnin' so long now my legs tired
Love expired,

you hit me back
I wanna dig that and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at
Her future kids had
You held out for two weeks
Longer than these

goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo

Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by

it, then the fans would come
But 'Field Of Dreams' was proven wrong after my first album
Since a yout I've seen the vision of me on the stage
But

gone kill bout me
For the love of that money i was missing meals bout it
We hit the club off that drank that bitch be real crowded
24/7 no days off

we run yo shit
And we ruin yo clique
Leave you stuck, no sticks
Put you down like goose
Then we walk away slow
In some all black 2's
SW 3rd
Bitch I'm

Ay what's going on LAAW
Yo I want to put you on this motherfuckin album
To give give you your fucking flowers bro
Yo
Eat this shit Alive
We reppin

as an elephant

Tell me that I’m the one wasting my time
Yeah, I’m the one that’s wasting my time (huh)
My work in these last two years
Is nothing compared

Brizzy Brizzy
Yeah I'm Nino Brown but them niggas call me Brizzy Brizzy
Got the best white so the boys in blue busy

Uh heart pause when they take that hit

week I could profit in the store
Your album 2 (too) weak, mine platinum in 4
Kill the beat, track, verse, flow, bridge, & the chorus
Be the next Pac,

what I heard the streets call him
Known for rocking mic's somebody drop the beat for him
Born in Queens New York, wasn't known for eating pork
Used

the black cat swerving
Hit me 45 for the quarter when I'm serving
Two bad bitches on my hips when I walk through
Giving St. Laurent that's my fragrance