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you thinking you know where I been
I stopped rapping but I'm back to it
It don't even matter I'm getting this cheese
I don't want no pussy lil bitch

dese lil bitches change on you
If you wana succeed u betta break dem chains off you
I got a ice box where my heart used to be
And i just wana vent i dont

OVER THE HILLS
ARTIST: DORSEY 
 
(1st Verse)
It’s hard for me to pick a part to start at
Fuck it I’m a start out where my heart at
Thinkin about my

fuck that G homie
Im in phoenix like where dem ps homie

Look how he walk you know that he holdin
Look how he talk you know it's pockets swollen
Look how

Servin cocain just to by a new benz
And dem niggaz inda cut with them break down dimes tryna take care they kids
Real talk brah my face card legit I raised

Spark it up o di dan dan
Apple juice kpelu alomo
I dey feel myself I be like don jon
Baba mi o worry nkpa nka kan
Long as I dey where the ses be

and and what you doin wrong (you wondering)
You get influenced by dem sing  alongs  (dats first)
Before you know it yo whole life be a sing along (catch dat

give u the shxts,
Uon get no money u chasin dem dicks,
Get kilt in the country,
Don't fw dem hicks,
They pronounce u dead in a lickity split,
Drive by

chest
Yo Skitz kill them off yes

Shout out to all da badman dem ah stretch from da east to da west corridors
Dodgin' erry law enforcement bwoi who ah

it a lil different 
Put a fuse into submission 
Knock ya noodle rock ya vision
Pull up outside 
Then we gotta get to rippin
Money motivated fuck a hata

Bitch had me down dirty
She wa jus a lil birdie
Who da fuck really care anyway (Not me)
Shodry wa a lil flirty & you know she liked it dirty
She

I'm from 11th street, Da Greazy where you'll find me
And I get money, I keep money all around me
I'm from 11th street, Da Greazy where you'll find me

im da one She ask 
When i hit from da back can i put down my gun
I told the lil bitch grab her shi gtf cuz im done
Ina stu off dem jammers i feel

bangin
And most dem niggas wit me
Stay silent until they bangin
I swear I’m doing right
But they say I’m doing wrong
I fucked Lil Shawty one time good
Now

don't fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil' mama don't forget I'm Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé

Clayco this 
Clayco that 
You don't even know where Clayco at 
Think I'm pussy if you want to 
Come and get this Clayco Match 
Imma show you how

Honey jack in my system i move slower (Ye!)
Bad lil bitch diva Elvira (drop!)
2 time cutted you off, you not my slime (yeah)
Spend dem racks flip it make

forgettin who you're
Just know ya father
The one
It don't matter where you go
Lil oak gon we shine like the sun

still holdin’ it, huh, 
I be fibbin’ when I forgive ‘em

Aye, I ain’t that same lil’ nigga that you remember
Shirt and tie, tears in my eyes when I was

Why They Wanna See Me Dead

Gambino Family

I'm Bout It

1997

[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

Niggas afraid to see a Gambino

givin' pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil' Cease get raw like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-IA
Blunts make my day
Friday

forehead)
And he wasn't killed by the fed
(He wasn't killed by the police)
Now that a niggas dead
(Now that a niggas dead)
Who gonna help the dead
(Whose

deep end, I never need friends, so we ah go leave dem by themselves
Get lick down, mash up in a wave
Sand fly all over de place, yeah yeah
Two crab

damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions