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told lil mama
After this you need to go home
And i dont mind drivin'
She said "She don't mind"
She still bang my line
Damn what a night
(Fuck)
Damn what

This goes hard just a lil sumthin you can rock to
You might hear it in the hood or the block too
My enemies lookin in amazement
They always wanna

me
Na baby
It’s too late to say
You ain’t gotta say
But yo ass gotta take this curve 

I’m fly
Wave at you when I slide by
Now you wanna bang my line

focus on my purpose believe me I been tapped in 
I’m motivated by the hatred 
You can take the same path and you still wouldn’t make it 
My path of divine

You with my eyes, right by my side you were a queen to me
I miss your style I miss your Grace how you put them in they place
Lord knows I'll give up

whips than Six Flags
Gettin' neck from your bitch
She fucked around and got whiplash
That lil' shit up in your stash, man
That's pocket change
You steady

look like
Bitch I'm only pourin' Wock' or Tris
You be dyin' sippin'
Niggas really broke as fuck
Why I don't mind niggas
Bang on all on a nigga block
They

the old times
Hop out the whip, skrrt, oh my
Shit, you know I got mob ties
No I don't bang, I just got Glock 9's

I'm in India eating a Vata
Turn a fuck

(Nigga, go pick up your bro)
I just told my dog, go get that bone
The nigga might lose his lil' dome
Dumb bitch keep hittin’ my phone
These groupie bitches

In a spaceship, rocket by my side
I could fuck Gamora i ain't gotta shoot it
I can pass to my bucket scorers
New chain on the way
I keep telling Hutch

lunatic who been influenced by the hooligans
Disturbing all the peace shit is ludicrous
You lucky he ain't out here popping percocets and shooting shit

a whole lot of
Guap that I ran up
Motivated by all the hate I see
Bitch, I slide with the tank on full
Even when the tank on E

Bitch, I don't
Everyone said

and needs, lil' baby
What you need? A Mercedes
Geeked, please, my Ranges

Goin' crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy (hey, baby)
You can't change, change,

Gotta jersey from Mitchell & Ness, I ain’t even stressed, I’m doin’ the best
And I ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout sex, my jeans are by Guess, ‘cause I

finally breaking out this shell
Sometimes I don't feel right so I just ride by myself
Imma work it out but first I gotta figure out the problem
Quit asking

with the bang, to come at you rappers, and cappers
And actors that claim you can hang
Perform in the clutch, spark up a Dutch
Surrounded by shooters that

you dirty like a pair of 40 dollar vans
All my brothers brothers I don't really do no fuckin friends bitch
They do the same thing them niggaz gang bang

Nigga I than made 6 bands it ain't even midnight
Went and blew it on a chain cause that lil shit light
Nigga I don't never slip stick on my hip tight
Feds

the Adderall helping me focus on pulling this trigger while gripping this Weapon, Bang
Shit, should I take my own life, or sit back an smoke while these thot

home safely
I'd Like to start this off by saying i am not crazy
Fucked in the head mental retardation a strong maybe
A little schizophrenia whats

that's colourful cars. 

Stuck in the hood with no fire escape ,
Young g wanna go round fire and tape the entire estate ,
Tell lil man chill go get off

lil couple
Last night with your boo
Didn't even peep my guys out in the Jeep
They was ready for war off that hype energy
You was too busy crashing out

(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that

stink"
Play this shit up at my funeral, that shit gon' bang
I got two lil' brothers, and a sister that I barely see
Thinkin', if I die, I'ma leave em'