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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

like
Chale we for give this joint the green light
Know what I mean we're rappers we
Do this shit anytime, day or night (you know)
So I called up my nigga

Step in the ring and I'll break yo
Ass up cuz I don't play clown

Yeah (hahaha) yeah, yeah
A'ight, yeah
I'm gettin tired of destroying his hopes
But

really feeling inside their chest 
Then when its released they got the nerve to go and object
Like they're the ones who spent a whole year on that fuckin'

I'm shooting like a baller
Gucci on my chest see the snakes on my collar
Your bitch gave me digits but I'm never gonna call her
Stacking up my bands

me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was

Alright
Tell that motherfucker to come here
Fuck it
Gucci glasses, I can't see well
Hating on me but you working in retail
Why your bitch stalking me? Come

crying about
Bitch is we gonna fuck or not
Whether I like or not
I'm caught up in his trap
Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back
But I can't do shit

interesting
I've seen people think that they're up next when their come up ain't even pending
I'm stuck trying to go with the flow same time trying to reach all

up
B on a yacht, he gonna live it up
B with your girl, she gonna give me what
I'mma make her wet, she gonna tell me what
Bitch I'm the sauce master
She

everybody
'member we ain't have the food
Uh, Gucci Mane what I was trappin' to
Fuck niggas do fuck shit
I ain't dappin' you
Pulled up two or three sticks
We

sometimes
But Ya promises say You are good
You're good, You're good
To me, yea yea yea
Boss tryna fire me
Rent due and my car's favorite letter is E
Mayne

I Love My Bitches (ILMB) lyrics
VERSE 1 (Satuye)
And brotha,
I’m staring this off right with all my hunnies by my side, I got some treats to keep ‘em

core like I'm Papoose
Cops had me locked but I snapped loose
I'm powered by the tropical sun, the biological son of Black Zeus
Hang glidin'

anything but drugs
And irritated by rats and bugs
Man was loud and annoying like Dreads
Smacked him with the Tyson and went back to bed
Catching like I'm

the taxi
I want my money back g
You're taking the p
I don't care if your broke I want it quickly

Cus I'm about to take the world by storm
Even the six

missing in an instant and it won't just be a simple disappearance
You might end up six feet under cuz some niggas round here aren't shy
They're always down

You don't hit me back

Shorty she a freak
Pull up on the weekend
Slide by nine
By ten
I'm in her deep end
She don't wanna be friends
She don't wanna

it linger
Come a little closer make we lips up
Fix up Gucci jogging bottoms my hipster
Linked her Harrods bottom floor by the lift cuz
Grips up if

You don't feel my pain, this shit be real
Wake up every day, and pop me a pill
The sex goin' crazy, yeah, you know I got the deal
We gon' make it out

Cat got your tongue you're incapable of talking
Star struck or stare gazing
Seems I'm always fazing
People blown away by my presence I'm so brazen
I'm

a ken
Murda - wanted by many men

[BRIDGE]

clors regarde moi ça, on peut même pas lui arrêter 
Il est un rappeur 
Designer 
Orateur
Putain il est le

trip me up
Imma step with God, we gone see what's up
Yeah, I had to change my actions, focus, pride and ego
Restitch myself, no Lilo
All business black

And we’re living in the Gaza
Or should i say testing grounds
Were they sell tourmaline by the ounce
We have to hide when we pray to the father
I never knew