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season
Peez season
All year long
By twenty twenty three
It's too late
Don't bang my phone
You saw where niggas took it
And hit me like
I knew it all along

where the first base
And I heard you was a bitch in the first place
Better stay in yo lane its a cold race
Rico let that bitch bang on his whole face

Dada 
Top Shotta
What I create is BIG
Like Voletta Wallace
In BK
Walking by 
Fulton & St. James
Felt the soul of a legendary rebel
Staying on my hustle

toppings
Kicking new flavor, that's wing caps and pop
And the back of that jalop' got hits in it
I'm homing my six sense, they call me a big spender
Breaking

creator
Anything I do truss me it's major
I Don bang man straight in his face
Make his eyes roll back call me Joe fraizer
Or big Muhammad Ali U know who I

bigger Sinner
With a Bigger trigger than a mister piggy
Hit em with a boom boom bada bang
Little pretty missy on ma brain (ha)
I be really kidding when I

too
10 got ten tryna aim and shoot
This big lead in the skeng
We don't pay for fight like Pay-Per-View
S just let that bang out the German
I smack

Surrounded by freaks
That's right
When I roll, I'm outta control
Like BANG
Get up on it if you want it baby
Do the damn thing
Gyeah gyeah

That's That shit

found my way
It was hard but we worked everyday
Small steps but success on the way
I came in clutch by securing lane
Shit on niggas and take off

stiff knock degrees outcha/ heavy metal shit big like its Ilgauskas/ you'll need two hands just to hold it proper/ in a room full of wolves I’ll be

Can't lie I'm heated still
Tryna do what I can for the bills
Mans out here tryna make a quick mil
I'm moving bricks and making big deals
And this

Wardrobe cost ya check couple bands hoe
Stay strapped never lack that's mando mando

Get paid I be making moves all night 
Get laid 
Got bad bitches by side

fouls if you paying the Refs
A lot of bad calls so from flags thrown; we waving them techs
Jobs shipped overseas or  replaced by machines got them saving

and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't

shooting at no homes
We ain't by the fox, but I did put some money on his dome

I'm the realest nigga in this shit
Ho ain't no clone, bitch
Say she don't

your Charles and yeah it's a sick one
Yeah we get the best they don't know where this shits from
Bang on that's everyones opinion
Big back and She

racks, you can tell by the rain you bitch
She gon' throw that ass, (ay) I wanna bang a bitch
Ok like wait
I've been getting paid
e-girls on line so i'm

Lame ass nigga who the fuck y'all murk 
Hit a nigga block with a hundred shots then skrrt 
The nigga died he was right by a church 

I think the bitch

say now
We can squabble up
Or get blowers nigga I bang it out
You talking be about my nigga
It ain't no changing now
You say u got a blower
Then pop out

hott
Its off the brain now I know you know
Im too hott
Now this foe show and you gone bang it
Cause Im too hott
Its 210 so catch me nigga while Im too

Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won

Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,

on the map
If I ain't travelin' I don't drop a pin
'Cause y'all know right where I'm at
BOow

A little outside of the great big city
Baby that's where I

and I won't let up
No murderer but I murda the beat
I got some killers who stand by me
Go ask around I'm big Tdc
Go ask around I'm takin' them chains

too many times before that its all about timing
Wine n dining big tits climbing step no hiding work no skiving tinch im striding
Hadron colliding fists