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drop me an 8
Keys to the 'Rari might cop me a wraith

Might take a trip, with my girl to Milan
I'm with lil' Suie, we smokin' on strong
Roll up a j, I

on the paint job
No I aint God but I change lives
And I can’t fly couldn’t tell by my hang time
Can’t hang round now my name in the air now
Gotta air out
This

Trump V.O.
I am the least racist person that you have ever meet
Nobody respects women more than I do
Grab ‘em by the pussy
45th President Donald J

are J Fire, we are the squad, I brought you the data
Rolling with the tribe, Rolling with the tribe
Making plenty strides, making plenty strides
You

on Billboard, I'm guaranteed #1
They'll never say that this nigga slum
For those who slept on me, keep sleeping
By the time you finally wake, it'll be too late

well here I am you got me just try and stop me,
from infesting in your brain and makin a nest it's insane,
how I came from poor living to a big name

the streets
See I'm a hood dude, on Collins Ave eatin' good food
It's like paradise with all the **** I been through - for real
Nights askin' am I gon make it

the streets
See I'm a hood dude, on Collins Ave eatin' good food
It's like paradise with all the **** I been through - for real
Nights askin' am I gon make it

DigDat (Don't do that)
J1 done got chinged
(Chinged) , then he took the stand (Stand)
Now he's tryna sing
(Sing) , but he already sang (Sang)
Again we madе

Smoke blunts for da turn up 
Hit a j for the mellow 
Smoke is hard to come by niggas beef on internet post 
A high can come from a strand or da mic so

My Homeboy's Girlfriend

Screwed Up Inc.

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

I didn't think the hoe was for real

Chorus
What am I, supposed to do?
When I'm takin' a chance, fuckin' with you
My homeboy's girlfriend
Now if

Ahhhh where the fuck am I? Ah geez I gotta get outta here. Oh here we go

(Jhitz finna drop the fuckin bass) 

They talk like this a challenge ain’t

Vowel Movement

Danja Mowf

Word of Mowf

It's true-yo. I am a Little Vicious like Cujo, 
'Cause I keep three glocks in the trunk of my Peugeot. 
Mess around you'll be missing like that crew

Release me, release my body
I know it's wrong so why am I with you know ?
Réalise quand tu me divises
Laissez-les faire, tu restes dans ma tête baby

laptops, four routers
Bank plug, she workin' out
She could bug my shit the fastest
Niggas lie 'bout everything
but who am I to judge people?
Solo, I be

wadup I go by the name Dj Voyst The sound surgeon
Sleeping is a crime u know
Gbese gbese gbese
Joeboy boy Oxlade
Turn it up
Leggo

Oto oto oto
Omoge oto

If Money Talks 9It  Ain't On Speaking Terms With Me)
Written by Brandyn Cross, Daryl Stevenett

Whatever I try to do Just don't pay
Dollar ain't

on the beat as I am in the street
I smell defeat but the stench aint coming from me
Distractions happen I just look right past them im bout that action
How else

doubt, I'm gonna join 'em up on this flight

Yeah, now talk about it
Where you from
You know the, 'what I am about's'
I'm Riddlin' J
My socks are dope

curses loudly as I ran right after them
But their tiny legs were powered by the Coke, ahem
I thought that I could trap them with a bag of sausages
But

quit or die of something?
Cuz I made a promise, I'm embittered by myths
Sew my mouth shut and cut my tongue with a Shiv knife
I could say I have

hoodies no more
Can't wake up straight, can't buy out a store (I wanna buy out a store)
Swiping in the door loosed up at 3AM
Thinking how I'm gon' wake up

look back.
Flee! Fly! Far, far away from here.
Far from the failure I am.
I knew I shouldn’t have drunk my weight in Sparkling Ice!
What a fitting end

The battlefield of loooove
Ready your weapons J
Act like a nuisance
Or a menace
Love is pending
I regret it
What am I fighting for?
You?
Or me?
Or us or anything in