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These hoes they love to fuck on YG
Get to jumping on my dick Acrobatic hoe let my cock breathe, she wet like collard greens I told lil Shawty come be

up hitting again
(Run that up, Rico)

He 34K? Throw 34 hollows at him
Leave him dead as shit right on the H
Lil' bitch, is you crazy?
I done popped out

even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane

Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about

a lil Lamb, but I am a lil Goat
And I'm puffin' on Za to change the tones
Bad ass chick want me back home
Bad ass bitch wanna sing along
They like,

and he knocking, uh
On my wrist it's cold, I'm with a hawk, dude
Lil' Pac got me all, dude, it's soft, dude, nah
Took a trip to ATL with Sterling

Hit him

[Mr. Lil One]
Homicide carrols unloadin from these barrels
'Mr. Rap Devil' still got the bow and arrows
Havok to the maggots turn the devil into a faggot

at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue

yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm smooth, uh, I'm one smooth lil' dude, uh
Only 22, richer than you and your whole crew, nigga
Call me Mr. Glock, I

bitch, this one knock your head off
bop yo head to that sukka shit, you gon'e get, droped off, smoke that nigga by his keyboard, and made him log off, mr

got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go

miss her
Booty so big I'm loving her figure
Bro got that yeah it bang like a missile
Im married to money my paper my mrs
Paper route coming i need me

because I ain't never been scared
When Lil Percocet slide, he don't want nothing but your head
I ain't never ran from a nigga

Sometimes I forget I got lead

start with couple zeros, 
All hail Mr. Lyrical, 
Swag so demolishing they kinda think am demonical 
(Like I even care though) 
Am tryna get my songs deep

on everything like a bitch, but-
Yeah

I'm shooting shots like I'm Curry, lil nigga, swear I been wet
You sleeping with your brother, bitch, to me, that looks

Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
I can show

and get to spraying
Never single out mrs she ain't playing
I'll be single by the day end if you need me I'll be staying at the day inn
I been staying out

Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie

thinking they my homies 
If I never looked up that’s cuz homie you below me

I lay low always hanging by myself though 
Why the fuck would I need somebody

Yeah
First things first
Tell them lil n****s
To catch me
I’m in front
All you see is the back seat
I got the boys from the backstreet
She mad and she

Pimp Council

Too Short

Golden Grain

2002

around the corner", and popped her li'l punt

Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door

(Steve Zidane)
(Renwy got the the fuckin' sauce, boy)
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy, ayy

I just put this lil' bad bitch in time-out (whew, whew)
I press

Playa 4 Life

Lil' Flip

I Need Mine

2007

life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life

[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my

Yeah chasing
Chasing that bag, chasing that bag chasing
Whoo aye
Lil' fish

Woke up this morning I had a ménage
Loaded the foreigns I packed

a fuck how you get it
Throw up da M, cause I'm coming from Memphis (Yea, yea)
We'll leave da boy missing
NFL by the way that we blitzing
Knock them off if