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ain't tricking if you got it what I heard lil bih
Commas steady coming bitch I'm running up a check
Imma card swiper Ian big on flashing bands
Try to rob

respect
I'm bringing educated street niggas back in effect
It's full circle like when me and brodie put our tax brackets together
We doubled up like Nipsey

(anooo ther)
One like me
I am an extinct
What is a G today
Don't mind me
Cause lil ole me
Is throwing out G's today
Back to the seat that you slumped down

to work, we in overtime
Back in blood, you got to pay for it
If I got the Glock
Run away Forrest
Your mom and Grammy got to pray for you
My chopper sing like

Pickin her up right by the cheeks (cheeks)
Runnin it up like I wear cleats (runnin it up, cleats)
A connoisseur, she lovin the meats (yeah, meats)
Show me

counting some green
Seen some numbers dat you wouldn't believe
We was broke so i couldn't perceive
Now i get it, it's the lil things
Now i get its that money

Yall Hoes ain't hitting on nothing
Got a lil money so let's do a lil something
I ain't gota problem with just doing it for the hundreds
But I gotta

a break
Garbage-ass niggas wanna be fake villains and put me back in
Y'all know what time it is
It can only be one villan
I'm about to hurt their feelings

If you can't take the heat, then stay out the kitchen
I keep the heat, yeah I gotta ride around wit it
And if you start somethin' boy betta finish

back
Cause she got addicted like crack
Just like its New Jack
Pookie been smoking that smack
I need the Milians
I know love don't cost no thing
Got money

he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that

All them lil white babies runnin' 'round my block ya

See me see me now I'm runnin up by thousands
Catch you with ya dogs you don't act the same with

know how to make a dance, twenty-two just for the pants
Ho, quit lying, bitch, you a fan, if it's you, I want the head
I fell back on sellin' meds, I'm

New Agenda

Janet Jackson

Janet.

1993

nothing but an "us" thing
Rewind back to the time
Where the color of our mother, had 'em call it a crime
Brother, what in the world? And the world says

it they copied that
Suit and tie wit the Chelsea boots
I told the lil bitch I brought sexy back
I told her to stop it she grind on my Gucci belt
While

irritating
Told my momma I'd be out by now
I kinda hate it
Father said he'll let me loose
Then he gone find me later
I'm high as fuck up off this
Earl

effect)

Took her home an nutted too quick (It's cool)
Her boyfriend coming home soon
Gotta move
Not tryn get caught up
With a nigga who bitch I fucked

cashed the check polluted by pyrex
Scales the way it weights
Razor blades and bags
I met PittBull once
I even met Cypress Hill
Fat Joe and Noriega
Hella

My shoe laces tied im fully prepared so Dont Trip 
Dat Lil hoe throw It back Watch me catch It Dont nobody care if its yo bitch 

I thought I told ya

Been caught up in the wrong direction
Wanna move but it's too damn fast
When if will i ever be ready
Past fades but i want it back

Said i taste

Glock, go pop, to relieve all stress
It's your boy Lil Tyte, I'm the best
Also known for putting souls to rest
Had me a clip, so I bought a Glock
Don't

a young nigga strapped by the scene
Jackson Elvis
Money holding in the skinny jeans
Tryna rob me its got be a scene
Niggas tripping even off of lean
She gon

LYRICS – WANT THE FEE

It’s like Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice (It’s So Cold!) [4x’s] Yeah, Yeah
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IM ICE LIKE T LIL NIGGA/ FLOW MAKE

that hoe sit on my lap you know this coupe ain't got no leg room
Shawty got ass no cap, can't wait to see how it look when it's bouncing
Put that lil hoe