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It's the gang it be a shame I let you walk by yourself 
I asked a bitch to hold me down but she the wrong kinda help 
You say you love me keep it

a leer
Shit was all by design got a gift
Had to put it all in motion like a gif Sometimes I look back like what if
What if I wasnt one of the realest
What

Greed, Hate & Envy

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these

caught up and I steady miss em
Lil Nigga get low
This shit could get cold
Niggas losing they soul
Why I'm pour that 4
It's all that I know
Jah finna pass

on the stunt, Moz smell like paper
Lil' different from these rappers, I'm a real life gangster
Mr. Jabeta still in the clanker for sellin' strippers

you know he ain't shit
I wanna wife it
The object of my affection
Is only tamed by this erection
Basically we cutting
Some kissing some cuffing
No

day and I’ll say it again I will be with all the goats
I’m just the typical beaner
Do you know who I is?
I got a lil bit of knowledge
Coming from Mr

the ugh take me aside
Ugh and I ugh by design, she never ugh with my pride, we tryna ugh and get high
Throw an ugh in the sky, ugh from behind
The Funny

on go
(Like)
Like what you mean by that this bitch must think I'm slow
They done fucked up letting a nigga like meek get in that mode
She like meek what

(Barcelona)
I'm in the booth, chilling making heat on Macbook Pro
And if you don't wanna play ball, you gotta go
(Aye, Mr. Clementine)
You gotta go (Go)
I'm by

with them big fishes 
With them rich fishes 
With them sick fishes 
With them Mr. Fucking Look At Me lil bitch fishes
Y'all shit spitters 
Phoney, foamy,

Top Notch

Lil' Boosie

Superbad: The Return of Boosie Bad Azz [Clean]

2009

everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean

your town we gon' burn that shit down
They astounded by the mountain of gas I done smoked
Champagne fountain Ima fill up my glass when it gets low
Take

Yea I'm from Memphis yo watts good
Mr. Wish a nigga would
Mom and sis smoking cigars
Tryna put em on the woods
This that music for the streets
This

'Crete
It's Us
I'm not the two
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the mix, uh
Stay out the-

Which one you workin'?
All

be simpin
N dodgin freak hoes
Cause im knowing my bitch
A send shot at these hoes
I dont run from the mix
But i gotta be low
Boy dont run into this

me back home by two
What will I do?
So, mi tell her say my car broke down at Mile two
Girl, I won't be home so soon
Oh Lord, me want all the girls in

Mix the crown with the molly okay
If I fuck with her body I call her a dolly
Mix the crown with the molly okay okay
Man I can't feel my legs hope

down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood

low numbers

I put a half on it change the color working wonders
Can't get caught up in my feelings was bought up by some killers
No aggression I be

stars 
You know who we are 
Ether get fuckin pop 
Or get shot up 
Never fold like a bitch 
Real niggas boss up 

Never in tha mix 
Low key like chunky

leave it’s gon take my heart from me

Too much pain so I mix all my rhymes with r&b


And low key I’m movin’ more drugs than a pharmacy 

Tay Tay 

Died

could tell by your tone that you a lil tipsy (What)
I would call you my own if things were lil' different (Love)
I try to capture the vibe it's like my

been too damn high
Sometimes I crack a seal,  sometimes I just wanna die

Said you wouldn't fold under pressure, go to hell lil' nigga you lie
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