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language
Cause it's sounding like some broke shit
Brbrbr some gibberish
P-p-petty shit
Baby why don't you go on out
We gonna be in Bentley shit
I can talk

I've got one more thing to say
Straight out the courtroom, I came in this bitch
Pay out the lawyers, they ain't never missed
I live for the country I'd

(Bleed 'em)
I do this on the weekends
They been rapping their whole life
(Overnight) bitch this shit easy peasy
Its' a 30 in my 40 and it's lemon squeezy

Be Easy

T.I.

Trap Muzik

2003

somethin', dig this

[Verse 1]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game
Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine

What's up with this faggot?
Fuck is with this nigga?
Why is he still rapping?
He even wears the fashion
Should've stuck to makin' pop commercials

Paper Made

C-BO

Knocks 2001

2001

down in the Beemer
Hit 'em up we lead 'em then streetsweap 'em
We don't need 'em
That nigga's a bitch like are you Paul
Whipped his with his ass you'll

have to spit this fire in all of my verses
Monday yesterday as kid was in the churches
Yesterday years I was stuck in the trenches

Living life yeah we

an athlete when I switch to the heat
I could still guarantee you'd get crossed up
(Pew pew pew) I'm on fire
Money heavy I'm tired
Nitro in me I'm wired
I swear

I pass the ball
Cause this a team 
And we all fiend to make a basket y’all 
I have to ball 
This ain’t no casting call 
From Warner’s corner
I ain’t

the ones that put niggas on tees
I'ma uppin' this bitch and you better not freeze
Big booty bitch got her ass on her knees
Nut in her mouth make the bitch

in the spot
My daddy favorite room was the kitchen cause of pots
The old way they used to hit it let it drop
This that new shit you gotta float it

to the trap spot, nah it ain't no meeting up
No, no we ain't meeting up
We ain't gotta meet up
Comfy in the trap, I got my feet up
I just got my O's and my P's

actually got it
Know my project for my niggas who still is stuck in the projects
Who the hottest? Nigga point em out
I shun em out, niggas run they mouth
I

Rapping on this shit ion got nothing to rap bout'
Tell her put it up then I tell her bring it back down
I don't trust a bitch, yeah, I always run

From 1-7-3 and Audubeezy five hundred dimes
Body stashin' by the pee-pee
Six hundred pounds combined
Stuffed like peppers in a Z-three
I used to ride

gone take off his face
If he ever think about robbing
No Batman but I'm robbing
Bitch this Jacktown but ain't Gotham
I got two hoes and they topless
We

(Now it's time to rumble) mhm (Woo)
Huh? (MIA JAY C)
(You cut up on this one, JAY C) bandcamp
We eat the most (yeah, yeah)
We're a business, not

just need a bigger bag
I'm caught up in the streets, so won't you tell me who I am

Ayy, this what happen when you rap, when you trap hard
223s and they

around him then you might ketch germs when he spit
And this ain't a phase either it's eternity bitch
I'm on the strip out in Vegas in a burgundy 6
Believe

thoughts against ya
Your mind locked up
Yeah your mind locked up til you realize the bitch in prison
Baby
Now my Maserati back on my wall
Old program on my

You ain't sayin' much
But if you bout it bout it
Then we gon stay in touch
Got the game
By the fucking collar
If she don't give it
Imma choke it out her

Ever had your presents, stole a week before Christmas Day
Mama used to say if she can't pay, we in this bitch-bussin' suds
Me and Peaches still beefin,

is a beat
Bitches wave, I barely speak
This coupe came with no back seat
And I ain't drove it in weeks
Y'all play football in the grass
We play

The Tank Goes On

Master P

Da Crime Family

1999

niggas dogg 

I'm 'a ride 'til I die, P told me to take the world on 

This be the realest shit, we be the realest click 

We got 'em all, even moms