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get a lil sticky believe me
If you're down to be freaky I'm kinky
2 J's in my name, don't you know that I'm Litty I'm fresh, but i go by Davinci
Where

I can't believe that I've made it this far
With God on my side, I don't care who you are
Started from the bottom now we here by grace
And everything

put that on my people
And just cause you got it don't mean that we equal, Bitch
I'm rollin' with a block on the freeway
Young nigga trap by the 3way

fucking all her friends
Can't be bluffing, this dick too big
She told me I could fuck em so I'm blessing, Amen

Fuck a niggas bitch
I got mils in the bank
I

[Intro: Alley Boy]
Duct Tape, what y'all thought?
Big Bank, Alley God, Ola, huh
Duct Tape ain't nothin' but another name for Edgewood
Gutta
That's

J, You Blanked On This One
Uh (aye)

I get these bags in a row
I still got them racks off of coke (still got them racks)
I just made a rack off my

And it's loud like parade
I take one puff of that f**k cloud nine I'm on soul plane

Few grams in the J
New bands in the bank
Put some cash in her face
She

getting money lemme hear you laughing to the bank
Money on my mind I got commas on the way
I stay up on my grind ain't time got to sit and wait
Gotta go

on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the

I keep big racks
In my face
Like I'm in the strip club
But more like a bank
And I keep a big fat bag full

a mogul
No need to check it twice, bank teller, "What's the total?"
Money off this wordplay, cash me for a feature
Got gas in the mask, goddamn, I need

Ain't nobody ride like me
I'm just so fresh and Sjodin okay
So fresh and Sjodin, okay
So fresh and Sjodin

S-J-O-D-I-N, that spells Sjodin
That's my home

deal, tryna get things movin'
Independent boy, man's movin' too juicy
Black boy with the smooth skin
Big stack in the bank, who's losin'?
Get food

the fuck are we defending?
Cash that could be used to feed the poor
Or cure disease, goes back to big banks
And corporate pharmacies
Who judge women off

that bank tour
Much success, I thank Lord
Bitches takin' my mink off
Rose petals, my J's on
While I blow a J with that J on
Everything be lit
Best

Regular Guy

Murphy Lee

Murphy's Law

2003

and coat, do it big in the winter time
Prolly full of Air Force Ones up outta Finish Line
And I call myself normal, casual or formal
I still be blank like

girl Shorty B in the muthafuckin' house
And my mutha fckin' D.J. 
Xtra muthafuckin' Large go on with your big ass heh-heh
Yeah, my nigga M.C.

skill
Two banks one mil
Yeah a lil sum just to pay the bills
Fuck the neighbors word up to J Cole 
This ones for the ville 
For all the motherfuckers

Makevelli 

Wake up inna morning than Bout a dollar 
Dropped out bxtch I'm not no Scholar 
Grab her by the toe let it go if She holler 
Ever since I can

Oh man, I like this, I like this, 2008,
I got money in my pocket, we going to war niggas
We ready, big game music, DJ Big T

We got money, we smoke

you
My ozone is frozone bitch I’m cold where’s my super suit
Gotta stay fly like Juicy J I move through the roof
You don’t fuck with me but stuck wit me

I'm on it, who got smoke, I want it, been by his house like every night, I'm tryna hop
Out on him, wait till he walkin' down the steps then we gon'

on an opp Michael Jackson
I want a bad bitch Toni Braxton
I went to the bank with a couple of racks on
Chasing the gwuap that's a big bag
Call me the Joker

broke niggas no more
Hoe relax

I am
Not one of these niggas being
Broke is not Ok to me
Slob on my knob sound like
I got Juicy J with me
Bands will make

Look off the pass and go for the J
Water and cash it's making me cray
I'm in my bag I don't need a drank
I'm going off I don't need a break, yeah
Now