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And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double

be made by Mac
Now, try to find someone that
Goes harder than me
I'm only twenty living young
Living wild and free

Fuck the haters, the bullshit

divide in teams so we never id
So we never feel the love
How can we be one when everyone's chasing a product
Look I got Lethal on this oh my what ain't it

it How U Live
My Uncle Joe taught Me
Live and Let Live
My Aunt Rose taught Me
Self-Made Staying Paid
My Uncle Willie taught Me
Go Hard & Find Shade
My

slowing down down down down down
You know its going down down down down down

I dropped Church St, couple lil homies missed the gems
Rumors about you

cause this bitch she keep textin (brr)
Perc got me itchin' I ain't talking eczema
Fuck on that hoe, new she doing extra
Sign my first deal, I'm buying me

always so elusive
Casper ain't got shit on you
Walking through walls unfazed by your family
Like when you'd pick me up it felt like I was becoming a bit

respected
Cause everyone wants freedom they gave up as an exception
It's not hard to be yourself, rather harder to find the ones that can understand how you

dont need guns to be flexing like these
Balling so hard that I'm hurting my knees
I ain't a mouse , I ain't chasing the cheese
Mix old with the young,

moonlight
You might be dolled up
But you can take it off tonight
You my number one
But there ain't no twos
3 or 4s
Baby go and lock door
I need you more
Jesus

the champ
I can't hear you flow so damp
No way, no way, these are just throwaways
Get that money, that girl, then go away
If you ain't bout that money then

Gangsta

O.G. Ron C.

Best Thang Smokin'

2006

proof

Money ain't a thang, bitch, I'm straighta than a perm boo
Twenty eight Ashanti ridin' tall me and kurn too
Ball like drizzell hey bitch, you

this heart of me
I'm trying to be okay, but it's hard to be
Trynna find my way, but it's hard to see
I need saving, yeah I been thinking crazy
Fighting

a dream 
So my 
Mind is clouded 
Vision is shrouded 
If you a real one like me you'll probably know about it 
Thoughts are shifting 
My mood ain't lifting

(Weeklys, motherfucker)
Long Beach, motherfucker

Yo, trappin' at my homie house, watchin' his mama Crip walk
Fantastic Four, it ain't a thing to make

up, he a fan fucker
Big sack of rocks by my nuts, I'm a gram tucker
I been pourin' drank all day, then shot the K, my hand sore
Niggas ain't my niggas,

in the trenches you'll find me
With a gang full of killas behind me
Aye you in a rush to be shining
Lil nigga its all about timing
I keep a bitch with

Hand high been robbing n***** since nine five
Aye man check this out right here
You ain't gonna find these anywhere else
This cost more than your whole

I got a
Freaky lil bitch from Marietta
Say that she loves
How I put it together
Still got some classes
Glad it’s last semester
Thinking about

I ain’t never been obsessed before
But my ass was taken back when you walked that floor
Got my hands tingling now
And my mouth can't seem to find

croak
Bro let his money talk, and he still sounds broke
I was searching for mouth, but I found throat
Where the fuck did you find that?!
I knew her tits

to keep it moving

Keep it moving, yeah
Keep it moving
If I knew that it would be this hard then I'd never choose it
But I did, and it's cruel, I can't

the type 
That a cut a nigga off
Cause the way that he moves
Really throwing me off
And I
Find it funny
That you can be all you posed to be
Hold your boy

hustler to being a business man
I've seen it all but you won't ever see me on no witness stand
Fuck that, done see to many go, and I ain't going back
Before