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engineer
I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer

Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back

They bout to get po
 
Phantom Troupe coming in then we wage war
Whether treasure or your life, we gon take more
Scared of spiders in yo house, then we

I'm on a mission
not letting up till I get it
Best believe I'm destined to shine
Can't stop the vision
We manifested out them trenches
Cus day after day

used to kick the brick like karate
Mami used to chef up eggs & salami 
Don't go outside when niggas pull out with Tommy's 
Shit I was 24 nigga hit

it digest
Nah, Don't you let it die yet
Yo what we 'bout to be on 
What time you getting off
All the attention I paid
And you throw it all out right

the pencil with led and we get 'em erased
You can call me Tay-K how I'm running the race
Spray the Choppa out us, like we hit 'em with mace
If you wanna leave

because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money

killed it
Yo, that's that fuckin' bodega music nigga
Shut'cha ass up

Yo, inner demons, you there?
What’s good bro?
I’m thinkin’ we should light these motherfuckers up one time
You down to give me my powers back for

before I hit the booth (uh-huh)
They co-signed T Wizzy cah I'm the truth (yo, ah)

New season Nike Tech with a V on it
Audemar hundred racks, fifty

Back seat of the
Uber, I'm lit
I got the spins 
And some girl on my dick 
Told the driver hit the gas
Fuck that light
What's the next move
It's Gonna

said he on
I just hit the plug like the pack already gone
Real ass nigga
I don't like silicone
But I still bone
They get dug like dimma-dome
Hold up
What

on lemme school your ass on how you gonna get the bandz oh Yeah
Fuck your set fuck your mans yeah not my gang
Huhn I'm up be packing Bagnificent
In my next

it was so marvelous
Niggas didn't know how we was living
Was driven using what I was given
To get up outta that strike they had us in
Now I'm back

off my dish
Yeah I’m up to bat so that’s all hits
All of these words man that’s all His
Came from the burgh yeah shout out Wiz
Keeping me in check could

The fuck
Aye yo Alexa
Please play the bitch
Who ever played me
Exactly

And that ass is so fat she don't do jeans
Got me scratching for pussy like

Do You Wan Tto Get Funky

Countdown Dance Masters

Ultimate Dance Trax

1996

you got
Pick up, pump , stick up 
Pumps ya fist up
Yo, check this out I don't buck shots
I bust lip up
 
'Til the morning light, 
gonna make you

and myself and my crazy mind
We just gon' run up this shit in the game
I ain't no beggar, but anyone beggin' to get on my dick
Better know where to stay
'Cause

asking like "where the hell yo ass been?"

I might jump in my producer bag
I might say I made this shit just to make the producer mad
Shoutout Nico Porter

know I'm getting in that ass
From sun rise to sun fall I make yo ship sink
I stain a nigga so the bleach make his red pink

1 nigga run up get jumped
2

should've snuffed you In the snow, fucking pussy
But how about we hit another note
The gun that you sold, it was broke on the low
So you set my buddy up, all

stressed we
Blessed free as that case with some Bs i'm
Innocent but had to sit cause I ain't
Said who did this shit some days your
Gonna eat some days your

I'll take a sip, bank account I'm tryna flip

Running up these blues but I ain't f*ckin with crips
I be stunting all on you at this point I'm makin hits

set us apart
I love y'all man foreal, y'all coming with us
And we all gonna hop in the car
But Satan can't ride with us, he can't vibe with us
He ain't