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Spitting that fire I know that they see me 
He ona net keep acting out 
Psh psh psh
Get whacked by the Mystery Man 
Scooby snacks out the Myster Van 
If my

tap out I can tell by your face
I can tell by your face baby it ain't no tapping out
Grab on that ass grab it now
Stripper lil bitch yeah you bad you

strange vices
They chilling on display
But you're hearing lame voices
Know they extorting
Trynna still a lil drink from a young nigga
Feel it
Feed you

me
Know my feet won't fail me now because the devil behind me
Shawty want me make time baby girl I busy
See I been focused on the grind and won't

They like who that nigga that be snapping
Yes my name is Cameron
And I can do some magic
Make a nigga money go vanish
Poof
Y’all Niggas know I’m

alright)

I was chillin' all by my lonely
Till I got a text message 
Saying she hot and she horny
I reply I got the business 
But you ain't really know me

Yeah…Yo…
Cdubz back at you with another one man
(He Back) Little Freestyle…Listen
(Yeah)
But couldn't get it
All these niggas they talk about riches

turnt the fuck up
Nigga I'm turnt,
(Turnt-turnt)
The fuck up
(Bomm-bomm-bomm)
Nigga I'm turnt,
(Turnt)
The fuck up (and they be hollin' my name)

Nigga

it
Most of these niggas be lame and losering
I just be playing the game, I'm cooling it
I took the blame, they said I was doing it
I know my soul is

they all know and just can tell when I spit
When I'm focused, but I'm not at the moment cause I'm blocked
It's a temporary stop cause I got that writer's

life's been hard and I can't even lie
But I came far cause you know that I tried
From an open heart to an open mind

They say pain don't last forever but

they gon' think you lyin' if you
Tell 'em you met me
The Butcher, nigga, Griselda, aie!
By Fashion Rebels

Yeah, I put a shit bag on you
The Fifth blast

and these lil niggaz after my belt
Ima jab to the left and once I get my bag Ima step
Ima King hoe, regardless of the hand I was delt
Down to get it by any

timbs
You know that we balling until the club close
New coupe sports mode
First off Barcode
The ones by the truck load
Respect yea the utmost
Get money

have all of them
Plus, them wolves are followin'
I'm the one that called 'em in
Did that shit all by myself
At least I know whose fault it is
Woah
What

They act blind and gaslight
Pussy power on the beat

I’m fresh,ain’t no comparison
Know I’m the best
I’d listen to you
But then cut me a check
Cuz if

lil bitch will push your love to the side
I hide my pain 'cause you can't relate
You don't know my story you don't feel my pain
Why it feel like

knows how to bust down them scripts
Now everybody sipping WOCK & TRIS
Zaza I smoke it by tha zip
Clicquot to tha face im lit
No luck just blessings got me

been built to destroy us
Resolutions say they wanna deploy us
Surrounded by this paranoia
I keep going through the motions
Feel my heart been getting

Could tell by your actions, got tools i'm a craftsman (yeah)
Soon as i crack in (ouu), they watching my fashion
My shirt's are satin, fuck up this rap

get me
I just pray that that day ain't no time soon
I'm just tryna' be a star
With my place by the moon
Know I came from the jungle
I'm with apes

feel a lil
I don't judge but I be judging on the man in the mirror
Everything I know as wrong helped me shamed my life a lil
I be knowing right from

many shots done hit him? I don't know, I think a ten-piece
Heard his last words after he fell, he said, God, please
Lil' bro be shittin'

bite, he put that on his kids?
Nina sweet bullets sing like they SZA
Like in school- nigga take off yo' lid
Sapphic girls, they all bad and dey scissor