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his face, we gon tear it off
Or I might just assassinate that lil nigga give him some fentanyl
Tell them motherfuckers I'll do all this shit by myself

get a body?
I grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me
This ain't Karate Kid, I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi
This ain't for

bummin in I get it by the mail
I'm a pimp these bitches do what I say and I ain't gotta yell
Put a lil bitch on the road and tell her ride with it
D nigga

could put you in a 'Rari, not a Lotus, lil' baby
Got my heart on my sleeve, I be over it, baby
Smoke a pound, Cali trees, never sober, lil' baby
Won't

Yahhh
ZayyDogg

You a bitch nigga
Umma rich nigga
Can't come together no stitch nigga
Man I do this shit
Like a crucifix
Man I'm casting out of these

(tell 'em girl)

Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up

I put in the work
So I went shopping
I did by myself
Cause nobody got me
No feelings I’m hurting
Cause everyone left me
Now do as I’m pleasing
You

I.D.
Everywhere I go, real ones by me
If you aint a hunnid dont come round me
We steppin’ in the door
For them Cali Kush Playaz she gon shake it lil mo

going down" and told me "get in bed"
Love you I know it now they way you kiss the head
They called you by my name they called you Mrs. Gregg
And we was

Riding through the valley, Central Coast of Cali
Homies and family on this weekend
One thing I know, full of pride when we roll
Keep it solid as gold

and after this I might just forget you

Look, she like, "When you finna pull up on me to hit it off"
She said she want some Fendi, Chanel, and Louis

holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit

Givenchy Bag

Future

Givenchy Bag

2019

ayy
Said she used to the fraud (fraud)
Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Ayy 
She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything

thru bro a play on the exotic bows
I'm feelin' like Joe Burrow
I'm dumping outta fast whip this my shit, no, this not off Turo
And my Glock 29 got a lil

a eighth up and roll it
Thats that cali medicinal
Feel it in my metaphysical
I been on my shit
When you work like i do and you off it be like whats this
If

Soldier

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

a oven mitt
To fuck with this you want me on wax
So I'mma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government
Bastard, the closest you niggas been

at least cop a bag
Bounce out with a stick, this shit get wicked on my brother, nigga
I might hit the bank and tell the teller I got Bubba in
Mr. Get him

Yeah, yeah
Wait, wait
Yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah, produced by Chris
Global on the fucking track

Hopping on this shit
Like I'm froggy fresh
Bitch they call

coming down
Smoking cali by the ounce

I'm going for the carty the villa and the rari private jet up in the clouds
Like we ain't ever coming down
Smoking

I turned to the top streaming in the whole world
Then I put back on my hoodie
These niggas lame
I walk in this bitch by myself with my changes

redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
Now Killaman what would you do?

First I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Ghost

nicks 
Now I push by the O 
Bro told me chill
Cause I'm destined to blow 
I planned for this shit 
Bro i already know 

Never was fed 
Had to get it

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

The Fix

2002

me
Still with me, pain plus work
Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth
That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me
I'm calling guts

’m puffin on this shit 
You know I got my Cali ways
Course I’m repping for the bay and I rep the dmv 
And do this for my county, yeah I’m talking pg 
Know my