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Juelz Santana:
What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp
I get dough then have your bitch go count it
I'll hit you with the quarter
swerve swerve swerveee
Multiple the square root of 99 by the amount of times that I've been high
And divide it by the 3.14 the PI
And that will equal to my
Look, look, look, look
My dirty bitch just hit me for the K because she tapped in
Ain't never been scared, nigga show me a witness
Imma T the bitch
on a thousand
No shit you can borrow
I been the man since a git
No snatch
Yo bitch she a thot
She get hit from the back
Thirty go by a new bitch gone twerk
50 On my wrist when I walk like this
Aye
50 In my mouth when I talk like this
Aye
50 On her blouse open up and take it out lemme hit it on the couch
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
be somebody rich
Look
But for now this what you get
Nigga been chased a hit
Maybe a number one album
But we gotta wait for the outcome
But I'm only
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be
on my dog
We the truth by far
Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park
Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart
I built a penthouse in
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
verse, but it's kingdom work 'til I hit the dirt (one)
Moment of Truth 3
For those that don't know what a moment of truth be
This whole album's
Y'all keep my name out your mouth
Because you know I'll hear
That's why I'm the most understated rapper of the year
You got your album drops
You're
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
By this time I know you got the memo/ streets on the fire flows presidential/ californias legendary but they missed one/ allow me to get closer to my
coming by the caseload
Yo mans would drop you from the label if I say so
Damn, it got so quiet in here
We gon make it all the way, that's provided I steer
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