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I'm going all in
They don't know how a nigga feel no mo
I'm from that side where you on go, you gotta blast it
I'm out in Houston on the road, I

P.O.P.

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a peasant
Possessed by the power that she possesses
Presented her my heart and she broke it like a profession

That's P.O.P
That's the P.O.P
Power

brečíte, melete, měl bys to chytnout
Buď to jeď, anebo jdi domů
Mezitím není už nic, boy, není tam místo, ne
Vždycky na zemi a lítat jen málo
Protože vidím

to a bag I gotta go cash me a checc
Niggas say that outside
But I can not see em I'm feeling like Stevie wonder
All that talking you doing them bullets hot

Back in the nineties we all needed things big
Now kids wit lil names pump out shitty gucci hits
Admit it I be playin them angles like trig
That schtick

working on
Roboy stuff
Do that shit with ease
Aye

It don't matter what I do
As long as we can shmeeze

Roll up the O's as I count by the days
Smokin' so

out the store with three PS5s
Me and Dee in LA, ball like PG and Kawhi
(What up, gang?)
Got the head from that lil' bitch
Skipped the talking stage

dripped in designer from head to the toe
Boy I got Louis and Gucci and Chrome
And Fendi but Virgil off-white on my toes
She gave me head in back but tried

in Santorini,

We can make a movie and play the film on a TV,

Sipping kiwi martini like Fiji,

In a all black camino,

Valentino tuxedo, 

Go head

head, like CP3
We always on go, ttg
He stealing my flow, sea of thieves
He stalking my page, I can’t be beat
Always look in the mirror, I love being me
I

name, we give your face a new design
Any nigga who can't catch up, get left behind
I been spitting mainstream shit, no cosign
Gucci and Coogi underwear,

of the bach
I'm goin faster then mach
I get it jumpin like moss
you know it's Gucci my socks
Yeah
Ima do me cause they love how I do it
I'm getting twisted I

dont give a fuck
Man fuck all these niggas (Fucking die)
Gucci down head to toe
Wave nigga not no fro
Never seen a bitch wont go
All my niggas on go
I

by me
I don't got no beef them niggas dead probably
I ain't never crossed a nigga yea I been solid
Main Street nigga go out there and ask bout me
Heard

Ya something about this organized religion
I don't like it
I use to go to church when i was younger
My hunger for divinity was infinity
Holy Spirit

Hey Macklemore? can we go thrift shopping?
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what,

don't even check 
They don't even get how really fuckin' complex 

All this shit is and how it really affects 
Whats going on in their head and how they

the work we done made our way up
Go head give me the belt I'm the heavy weight champion
I was cold for I froze Ain't no Heater to keep me warm
I remember

Sit and reminisce about all the blessings in my life
Thinking if I could go back would I do it all twice
Maybe I just might, change a thing here

'em up thirteen times now they been calling 'em Harden
I kept his head for a trophy, you left his arms by the garbage
I hang with killers and robbers

Oochie Wally

Braveheart's

Lovin' It 2

2001

make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving

chair
You might make a wrong move lose your head

Got my cake up
I popped a perc now I'm way up
Know my bitches can't wait til I'm famous
So they could

them hollows hotter than the summertime
Underline, clutching mine, they want my head, nigga
You won't know the value of your life until you dead, nigga

tapping on the rev,
An believe me yea were proud,
Cuz life is gettin sicker by the day,
therfore we'll always stick around,
Tonight you'll see the size