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pussy at me, this game ain't too heavy for me
I got muscle on em'
Raps my hustle on em'
I attract a wolf pack full of pussy for em'
Lookin' like a big ass

as well as my front
Set fye to the back, shoot up the front
I feel like Big Tymers pull number one stunts
Have Slatt bring the ammo Audi bring the guns
I

beam
Totin' bald heads lookin like Mr. Clean
See, I gotta get it by any means
In her pussy, ain't shit to get in between
Just wait till I cop me a v12

on the way to the pavement, but we still making the payments, and we still busting
our ass
Tryna run up the cash
I'm just a young kid with a big dream

Coming

on a brewski
Driving down the way
Cop pulls me over
Man that's hella gay
He says you're in big fucking trouble son
Then I reach out for his service handgun

to be gave
Mr make it happen, boy i'll do this shit by any means
Putting In that work, only if you could see behind the scenes
I seal the deal with a cup

to call you my Mrs
But I missed my chance
I fumbled again
But no matter
I gave it my all till I couldn't
And you stuck by my side till you shouldn't

lil nigga don't test it

Three models, one night, that's a good session
This that hustle music, make a nigga wanna get it in
Tryna do it big like jfk,

Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck

Keep it real, then come roll with me
Ima get it high, n***a
Bitch, I'm trying to get a meal
T-O-O-T-I-E. Switch up, no, that's not me

Big homie, but I'm

thinkin' about it
I don't know, I doubt it
Subterranean by design
I wonder what I would find
If I met you, let my eyes caress you
Until I meet

sex in her city
Imma go, get fresh just like Carrie, she a saint turned heathen for me, Mr. Big (ahh-uhh)
Still can't not get trib, nigga I'll wait

It's prince Mordercai with rhymes
This shit got me feeling royal
Musics such a beautiful thing
Shout out Mr Daniel maman
Real NIGGA wassup
My first


Dreaming in the windstorm 

I set the bar high so I win more

Whole kit and kaboodle, kitchen sink

Big boss, red bird, Mr. Bobolink

Every ventricle form

sounds off
Your music comes on, and we turn the sound off
Big bad wolf I see sheep around yall
Them boys talking strong, but it's weak around yall
Foot

the prada.

8.6 hit the boy like Mr miyagi, karate peformed by the choppa.

Chop the boy down and his mama like lumber, we brought the mask out think we won

A bend dem go gbakule
Money no dey we go gbakule
I don raise two by two make I gbakule
Oya change am now go gbakule
One aza one btc
Putepu gaga with

with me i got the capital G juss like herbo
Smoking gas I'm moving slow but quick to blast off like some turbo
Mrs kae got a mac I got the whopper hit em

tinted
We don't gotta love but we could try
Its Mr. All Free till I die
Pull up in the parking space, waiting for this chick
But we both kinda lied
I'm

prophesied like Spider pig, I'm puttin' on the show like the
Motherfuckin' Simpsons, yeah, homie, here we go, I'm big homer, these rappers Maggie

Simpson, I

dumb bitch gonna miss me
You mouse just like Mickey can't fuck any bitch I'm too picky
Always on the hustle like Nipsey

Big Mackin' like I came out

I'm a stoner
Got to cutting ties, Boosting rides
Gonna get you lit this summer
FBT Fine By Time getting you Wet when I come over
Niggas in our way

it out
These bank plays got my head stuck in the numbers
I'm tryna clean accounts
Them death threats come with a big amount
I suggest you don't talk

good, got a cougar bitch callin' me Mr. just know that I stay in control
I been in my M.I.A, been tryna feel my safe
Niggas been good, but nigga, I'm