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a lil bit and you might catch a contact
I been down for my bros, 10 toes since way back
Got a lot of grip man the whip don't lie
Said I got a lot of grip

Look I'm off this, don't piss me off my bitch like chocolate
Aww shit, ruin ya noodle U dudes get nauseous
The boy flip serial killer who's eating

hitta ass on sum stepback cuz my ballin foreign Luka Doncic hot cake Mr. McDowells and we sellin out sweets by smith timing is priceless gotta luxury love

(Truth)
I am groot
I am groot
I am groot
I am groot
Go around plant my seed
So much money, call me Mr. Deeds
Go around plant my seed
Filling up on birdseed

(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

lil homie and keep your distance 
Them niggaz just tagging along fuck up the mission 
Do your own dirt by your lone
Pray for forgiveness
Only you can

'm destined, cutting off  everything New Jerusalem  don't welcome
This life is hard enough
Wanna be like Solomon, that's the Midas touch
Riches I keep counting

WELCOME TO YOUR NIGHTMARE

Woke up I had a vision could be a premonition
Don't know if this is a dream
Can't believe the things I've seen
Keep a lil

Welcome to the matrix

It's kill or be killed
The truth hurts
And lies kill
I don't even know how I feel
All I know is time stands still
Baby it's

the pussy down like a vet
I wanna buy my mama a house
Was servin' Os and then I moved up to pounds
I need like two or three, not one ounce
I smoke by the QP,

you think that
You gon' get me" ayy (You gon' get me)
Big Folks with me tote a fifty (Tote a fifty)
I think she want a baby by
4, she tryna trick me,

my niggas switch up on me quick
Man I can't trust a liar

Uh, ay diamond: 30 bands
Went and got a chain with your lil' money
Bitch I'm buyin' land
I be

(fuck em) 
Ricky bobby 
I be wit da shit,  (im wit it) Mr porta party 
She wanna please me, (she down) she so talented (on ma)
She bless me on 1 knee
Dats

The Cards

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

move somethin' like a boss
Cool nigga wipe me off
And you could too since a lil' nigga asked the part
Back then in Kimberly Homes where I lived
I was

Showing identity 
By looking identical
Change is the enemy
Make it a felony
Millions of murderers killing time
Live with no purpose not feeling fine

Hello
Jody here
Growing up I always had a lot of fears man
Used to be a scary lil nigga man
Scary
Scared of the monsters under my bed
Scared

ability is pretend
Figure out, figure them
Figure who's in the pants
Dragging all the mud till I could see the end
By now peace, no fans
Something good

flows 
She's one of those a little psycho Ha ha ha
Like mrs smith and Brad Pitt
I love this b**** it go down down Down
Rumors says hills it has eyes
So

We makin' mils, y'all just be making memes
I hit him one time, only just a piece
You a lil' bitch to me, nigga, like a niece
Y'all niggas stay on my

Straight Lacin'

RBL Posse

An Eye for an Eye

1997

Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. see-Note, see-Note

*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*

No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you

'm gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose's gettin' runny, they thought they could freeze us (yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' white

he can get popped
I turn this bitch to nascar
If I ever see the cops
The Best out by far
You hear my shit and want to stop
Still toting heavy metal

opp på et unvers setter bilen i revers
Ta det rolig ikke kræsj jeg er så gassed
Går slow ikke fast mr. taxifil for life
Puller opp i ny bil
Bruker ikke

get fly get badder and badder
Wanna compete with us nigga you getting battered
Rock out with that k lil nigga you shattered
Said what's up to kay I flew