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Make my bitch, she a diva Your bitch, she a eater
I'm in the mall with that gyro on me, nigga, talkin' PETA
Pick a bitch, lil' nigga, I want neither

Take time to shine like this
Water on my neck and then it's ice up on my wrist
Everybody hate me so I'm ridin' like I'm Chris
I be actin' crazy when

like Cinderella
Spread out the guap sum like Nutella
I make it rain with the cash in the back, sounds like you needa umbrella
We want static but keep two

touch, obtain
Let it rain gan, now we reigning
Came from empty pockets
Now the 4 dem a full, no lil baby
Update going round, when I link with my set
You

Step Daddy

Hitman Sammy Sam

The Step Daddy

tonite!
Lil' boy put ya lil sista down
Lil' boy think I'm playin around
I'll pull my belt, walk these steps
Stepdaddy'll make you beg for help
Now I'ma

And as I speak, I feel like I haven't reached the peak
And talk is cheap, but I'm getting better by the fuckin' week
And when it rains it pours, but you not

my style aqua, Southpaw
Still make it rain nigga, indoor, outdoor
South Shore beach house where Max bring the freaks out
French Montana sellin' seats

me now they're tearing up their brackets
Blowing smoke into the air is how I call my Dragon
I don't really talk about it till I make it happen
We call

sisters no it's no okay
K's decays da' k's da' k's
Not okay
It's not okay
It's not okay
It's not okay
Lord make a way
Lord make a way
Lord make a way
Lord

wrong I let it storm I let it rain on you
Niggas they be talking like they tuff but they ain't gangster
Surrounded by real niggas only I don't do that

while hitting the ****
4th down and we air it out never gone punt
**** was you thinking
Diamonds be shining got these **** blinking
Now they on my ****

these bands in the bank
I could fly that lil bitch down to France
Give her some xans, show her the gang
Make her do laps, so when she come back
It's back

recruitment I just like to smoke and make some decent music 
('Cause my team the truest)... But y'all were better off paying me to do it
Y'all were better off

while your pockets got fatter 
But I ain't mad at ya. Gone do ya thang 
Gone get money go ahead make it rain
I'mma keep on reppin for Christ and let it

come for revenge
Take my heart then tear it apart not taking my soul not going for amends
Yeah run it away
Heart so cold think I left it in the rain
No

that lunch table, seventh grade
All these 20-something Yung Lil Fuckups have seen better days
Run for the money, move when I blow, tee up and smoke it

All the shawties that I knew you the one hold it down, yeah
All the shawties that I knew you the one stuck around
Make me think you want a ring
You

A piece of you remains, it's there and it feels like it's always going to be there
You haunt me. You show up in my dreams. You make me confused
No

Money I told that bitch ion 
Got time to lay up I'm motivated 
By a bag I'm tryna run it 
Up hold up count up aye man 
The streets fucked up ain't been

the Congo wit them lil drums like a bongo 
Blue face on the hundo make it rain strippers wearing ponchos 
Hybrid weed in the fonto got a nigga stuck like

night like sleepwalkers, talkin' (okay, woiah)
Stompin' my ground, this is my territory
I need it right now 'cause I'm doin' it for me
I make an amount

maybe you could make my voice deep
Like one of those Lil Wayne tracks?
My life, m-my li-, my life, m-my life sucks, fuck
Oh God!

Momma won't buy me

the team
On my grind like Lil Wayne
Without the lean
Told y’all amma blow but only clean
I Can’t lie
I don’t date regulars only queens
You scrapping over

strangers always make me nervous
One of these trash niggas dissed me and was talking bout some hearses
I tried to let it slide but man I couldn't fight