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a plug, but they ain't got the power
I'm a retard on the beat, I be working for hours
I play my cards right
My life got real back when Nasty C got his juice

steak, she said,
She eats her broccoli.
But I am just a lettuce leaf,
Come from a lettuce tree.

There are no pancakes here
Just hot dog buns.
Try

Dog I'm finna hit you with this gem
You can never let a nigga think you sweet or can be played with
That's both enemies and any of your friends
You

I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos

tryna reach them
Got the lord guiding each step
Hoes in my dm
But i don't need them
I'm on my grind from the am to the pm
I rather get it by myself
I'm

know I ain't with it
But if I put my soul in it
Add some spice to the mix
Then
Me and my dogs gone eat for life in this bitch
If I can't put my team

Always had like zero plays
But Z Ro playing tutor me
Now I rap a lot and it's shifting the way they viewing me
It's a separation of myself and who I used

how it's gon' be
How it's gon' be

I'm almighty
She want the kid, I'm like alrighty
Dog jump - I smack the skin off his face
Palm slimy
Arthritis from

by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You

pills now I'm off that leash
She know that I'm a dog, I deserve my treats
Got her dripping wet, like some freshly squeezed
Gonna let her ride me like

I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos

little baby by her roots I got her going down
She a fool with it I'm ooh I had to slow her down
I aint got no jewelry on bitch but I'm still shining
That

When moms was raking in by batting many innings
Really try to catch my drift and it's meaning
Fended for my self hanging around bad neighborhoods
I truly

fast, like I got four feet You ain't smokin' a lot, ain't no Sophie
Lookin' for me, dog, checkin' your Hoe dream Quit and make another nigga ho go lean

Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock-kneed bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep

see the lines they say to stay within
Your eyes miss 'em every time, but your muscles remember
But that shit won't make me fucking surrender (no sir

You still playin games
You gon think it's a easy until you reach level 8
That's how it is
Make your opponits disappear into thin air by puttin bullets

Ayy
Veyster
I'm in the stu with my nigga, Dotte, yeah
Yes, sir
Look
If I said I love you and you crossed me, you can't get a second chance
I'll take

hear it
You an Op, You stay that for life
Ten years later, it's still on site
I play with your mind by playing with your wife
Shoot a flick with her, we

I heard a dime say niggas ain't shit and I ain't gonna lie dog
I got a little pissed cuz I be in the mix doing my best try to grant the bird wish
But

shackles for chains 
Thats that New age enslavement 
Lift ourselves by the bootstraps 
And kick us of the plantation 
Just to keep all us down 
With that Jim

A whole lot been goin' on
Mind your tone, I don't wanna hold nun
I was eatin' dog food
Monkey brain was awful

Hungry days was dark too
Ain't no time for

chill
Hit the PSG match'n whip with the Paris wheels
My girl walk the path of greatness in a pair  of heels
She got the balance
And mix it with a lot

Best believe if im up the mix
Then im getting checks.

Best believe if that’s my bitch 
Then im not gone fuck with her ex!

Oh what’s the nigga name?