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the risk higher
Harlem nights with the sugar call me Rich Pryor
Now a days aint got to rap to be a 6 driver
What you know about making blood shed
My lil

Bitch I be me 
Your hoe on my dick 
Yeah she want me
She come to the crib 
Give her the D
Kick the bitch out
Make the bitch leave 
Do what I want 
Do as I

Wayne 'cause he's a shotta
Pick up the ladder, put it in the gun, make the .9 stretch
Niggas with attitude, but we come straight outta Highbridge
I'm

they don't really a smoke
Since 16 I been running it up
Gotta kill me lil b***h I ain't giving s**t up
Can't cuff on no b***h they be giving it up
I

Wilt Chamberlin, ho

I met your momma at a pool party
All the nasty lil things she would do for me
If I told you, you probably wouldn't feel me

tense
Pass me by for good
Leave me by the woods
You know that you should
Nigga, I make the music
Drag her body
She's been dead for weeks, ever since
I was

by a opp, won't happen again
Yessir, $pace
Ddiltz, let me hear that shit, folks
Let me see what I can do to it real quick
Say what, lil' bitch, I'm

Lil nigga stop bitching, yeah
X it got me glitching up
Shot that boy, they had to stitch him up
This that rich nigga life
Ima be high as a kite

Look into my eyes you can tell that im slime
Its jus me and twin im totin that stick ayy say bro drive 
Know lil bro gon slide kno lil bro gon ride

now I'm high as fuck
When I take a sip man I'm liable to trip
I'm a light weight I'd rather spark a spliff
Got me like wait Lil ma you so thick
Bitch

a whole gang of albums and some major flicks
I got a wife, rich life, that's some major shit

Bigg Dogg, yeah, I said it
Who did it like me?
Who want

ringtone, only Lil' Wayne
And she love it when I call her by her middle name
To let 'em know she my girl, she put on my chain
Go ahead if you want 'cause you

the game up you rollin lame up
6 grams 7 grams this A Lil Wayne blunt
Eyes low, got my eyes low
Bitch we make that cake funnel like fried dough/
Gotcha plug

The Truth

Kevin Gates

Islah [Deluxe]

2015

You gotta think
I make a lot of music about the struggle
I don't mind going through the struggle
This just another one, ya heard me
(Say kevin

call me daddy
VLone on my tag b
I tell my gun secrets, that bitch always silent
Bad lil thottie wan fuck off the molly
Post up and check 'em to see if

on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

Pull up on that

Yeah
cnd my niggas move by the six
Yeah
cnd my niggas stay with a blick
Yeah
cnd my niggas stay with a stick
Yeah 
Make one wrong move get hit
Yeah

on the Boat
I could make plays get paid and dip
Or be smart and get rich from my notes
Play your part we'll be uno and dos
But if you treesh, ain't no uno in

business
Big stepper, rich hoe, big pimpin'
And I'm free, and I'm gettin' richer than a bitch while doin' me
Told bitch "I ain't look like Lil Shimmy, he

tell that thot her number blocked
Yeah, Stunna number block
This New Orleans milly rock
Let 'em milly rock
Me and woe don't really rock
Evidently

a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush
And they been sending shots a nigga way but they ain't struck
Can't fuck with me
I been outside since a buck

Westside Driveby

MC Ren

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
Nigga hit 'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop,

got rag ties
I pray the Lord forgive me the day that I got baptized
'Cause I'ma clutch the sticky every time a car passing by
I don't wanna be Ricky

Niggas better stop that cappin'
That shit ain't cool don't make me have to
Call up TwinUzis,  yeah, he gon' shoot
I'm up in LA, kick shit,  yeah, by