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feel like Richard Flair (spill my lean)
I'd hate to be you lame-ass niggas (I'd hate to be you lame-ass niggas)
Fuck it, pop it with me, let me get you

up
And she fucking on the plug
Master double cup
And I'm sipping out the mud
Lil goose, yeah yo ass better duck
Slide around it bro, we don't give

that sack
Ay, my nigga gon' flush that lil pack
I jump out the window then forty yard dash
That's the shit I used to do in the past
Now we through

to the bank
These pussy lil' niggas just laughing
And I never saw my opp inside of the bank
They still in the hood and they trapping
And these niggas not having

the lil nigga you not
Its some bad work skirt of the lot
I'm in Broward moving like
I'm in Broward moving like Jonny Knox
That nigga coward
That nigga pussy

(Earl on the beat)

Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures
Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy

sweet, but this ain't no honey
Nigga think he tough, but he not even thuggin
When shit got hot, lil' bitch got to runnin
Pussy, nigga, I know you a bitch,

out your sleep
Just to whatch ah nigga eat that pussy turn her ass around then I beat that pussy 
Make that shit sweat like I'm Keith up in that pussy

sell a pass to a nurse

Catch his ass for a verse, slide down the block, leave his ass on the curb
My lil' nigga ain't talk about shit, he be feeling

but I'm too up to fall, nigga
Uh-huh, wake up to ball
Lame-ass niggas still shop at the mall
Cheat code WAP, only fuck with the freaks
Check ain't

the whole hood missin' them smiles
I'm a Set baby, 1300 block ass nigga
You can tell from my walk to my style
I ain't really hop off the porch 'til a nigga

guy who shut your head, your ass by the duck
Put a lil' bun on my god, I'ma come through the cut, I'ma flip the bitch up
She want me to pivot her pussy

bitch
Yeah she hea to stay
Pussy nigga nigga
Yeah she hea ta stay
She ain't going nowhere,
Boy she locked in, ha
My queen my star, my A1 bitch
Yeah she

We goin up
We goin up
BGI we goin up
We goin up
We goin up
BGI we goin up
We goin up
We goin up
Run it up till we blowin up
Pussy ass nigga aint showin

A Trip Out of Town

Busta Rhymes

Anarchy [Amended Version]

2000

niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em

Tell these lil' niggas, "Pick up the pace"
Smokin' gas, yeah, I love the taste
Big Glock won't jam up
Got big drop in my fanta
These pussy niggas

Bitch really wanna get hired
Tell the lil' hoes I'm Bryson
I done hit more shit than Mike Tyson
Get popped, nigga, I ain't doin' no fight
Sinnin'

got you, but you front
I see you with your baby father but it don't matter
Since you gave me the pussy, that ass is getting fatter
Let that nigga

(Ohh)
But she don't wear no dress
Ass pokin' all in sweats
I might beat her from the back, if I want to
(What)

Niggas don’t move like the gang (Rama)
I

some ass, that made her a ten, I own it (I'm on that, I'm on that)
I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that
Show me you loyal (I'm on that)

Yuh
OMINVS Produced This
Yuh, Yuh
UUAAGGHH
Shut your fucking mouth
You ain't gonna do a thing
Lil Bitch Ass Nigga
I'm the Mothafuckin king (BITCH!)

rollin' on them flats?
Got two choppers by the pedal, Dese' in my waistline
Keep it movin', heard them pussy niggas tellin' through the grapevine
Dog

leave it offset yea
I Pop me a perc n I fuck the animals oou
Eat the pussy like a cannibal do
Mesmerized by the way that yu move
Lil mama exquisite
I'm

young nigga livin' lavish 
See ya and don't know ya face, pussy boy we taxin' 
We ain't have no pillows, on the floor was just a pallet 
My lil' dawg