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patiently waiting to blow
And I don't wanna wait for the days when you home
You can call me when it's late, I'll be wake by the phone
And you say I raise

how to ball
I been hitting’ dingers with the cash
No baseball
I been makin’ money by the lonely
Best believe I keep the
Thang right up on me
Gotta team

the snakes in the grass 
And put them on my gucci bomber 
My flow belong by the marina  
Well prepared swear my future clear as aquafina  
Couldn't find a show

assistant at Gucci won't leave me tryna get my number (Brrlllllll)
Do you kick ball or rap? neither I just deal hope to the younger
Younger me, couldn't see,

Serve you a P while I'm rocking Givenchy
My truck be white like a motherfucking honky
Latest drip on me, they ship before they launch it
Show some

to take me down a inch
Held my hand out tryna save some niggas more than Jesus did
But those same niggas crossed me, then blamed me for their sin
If we were

they sent me straight to you
This SK'll pick you up, it ain't no point in saving you
I might go pick up a Rollie or a Gucci bathing suit
Just so my girl

it in the morning call it dirty breakfast
Said she want Gucci and birkin
Told er back it up show me how you working
Gotta do yo thing if you really

a truck full of mileage
Givenchy, Dior and Gucci my stylist
I up it the blickie it got me a silence
If you gone come with me I’ll show you my island
I can

leave a G weak
And he's easily easily beaten by flow
Show respect when you speak
And I fights back tears
He's screaming like please can i
Make a new ho-

shoulder was an elder, I would shot for
I'd shot a little Z and he would pressure me to shot more
I never had no money for no Gucci or no Tom Ford
I would

really really really turned me out
He really really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout

He really taught really me how

Oochie Wally

Braveheart's

XXX Hip Hop, Vol. 2

2004

really really really turned me out
He really really really got to gut me
He really really made me scream and shout

He really taught really me how

P.O.P.

Belly

P.O.P.

to lose again
Started to use again
Got me losing friends
Still abusing him but did some shit I never do again
See me moving up, show up, like she moving

bitch, yeah, I know, I know
Gucci bag with the blow
Hollywood turned me into a hoe
These diamonds on me so cold
You look clapped, bitch but I know I

jeans made by Oprah,
in your house on your sisters wall is my poster,
f-cking models, doing shows just like I supposed ta,
my lifestyle extravagant,

lyin'? (Ayy)
I don't never cap, keep the
Strap right by my side, bitch
(Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me and DC in the whip and we swerving
(yeah, yeah,

Gucci or Chanel by the pound
Took a fashion nova dress and you made it your style
Cause honestly they can’t fuck with you
If it’s up then it’s stuck with

Yeah
Banger
Ay Tell Em T
Look
I’m fresh off parole and I can’t wait to tote shit
Stackin' this money, it’s harder to fold it
Show me a beat and it’s

giving it up to lust and when I bust I am in trouble
It's all Gucci but you are a douche B
She spinning the track like she Kristi Yamaguchi
To a tea with

a day goes by where I don't question myself
Feels like I wear my thoughts just like a gucci belt
This shit ain't cohesive I just say what's on my mind
I

my mind on my mission
Can't tell me shit when I got it I had to struggle to get it
Hit a lick by myself link with my bros just to split it
I know some

going to show off
Shout out to the ones Who never drove off
Stayed by my side
Made life feel more simplified
I like to share my music it’s honestly never

on
And now I'm taking off to higher heights i've never seen before, like woah
Cause I can't do this anymore
My destiny is telling me I think it's bout that