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bodies boy we chalking 
Leave haters in a coffin

Verse (Rashaun Will)

I’m a big shot caller
She like my style

She don’t like no lames
She hip

Leave haters in a coffin

Verse (Rashaun Will)

I’m a big shot caller
She like my style

She don’t like no lames
She hip to the game
She know how it go

the whip inna foreign I speed race, I love the dough I chase after that cheesecake
I get the bag it’s by any means, gotta stack it and flip it no in between

nigga here's a tip
Don't love a fuckin' stripper
Now, two-step out the door
Bitch done drank up all my liquor
It wasn't me, she did it by herself
Here go

Girl I ain't no dummy I get bags but I can't cop a purse
I grab her by the waist just bend her over tell her pop and twerk
I got your bitch up in

Bags, my lungs start hurtin' 
Yeah, they just keep on hatin'
Damn, that shit not workin'

Yeah, I get that cash in then fuck it up
I send that

Whole lotta' money I been makin' moves
4 by 4 Jeep with the extended roof
Play with my crew and we breaking the news
Born back in April but I'm not

Came in with yo' bitch and she all up in my bed like
Yuh, what's upon the G, Z, see it in the block
Like damn, came in this bitch and I'm lookin' for

Bullets whistle by like voices beyond the
Grave in a dead choir
I pissed away my life for many moons
Many shitty wombs in pissy motels
Exchanging bricks

by Satan
Then your face was stepped on and
Shaved with the weapons of Jason
Left in the rain til the leprosy sank in
Left to be eaten by featherless

Swear I’ve been doin the most
Couple shots and a little dose (Then they fold)
Got me hanging by the rope
Probably won't pick up the phone
You won't

It's sickening they get at yo chest for a vixen 
Do go rub it in 
My career it was made off of going in 
Starter no subbin in 
& he tell you direct ain't

Where Ya At?

Colony

The Next Chapter: Strictly Underground

1995

and the C.O. check this. Lil El.

Crusin' down the street in my 64 
A brother stuck a strap in my window
So I grabbed the strap mashed on the gas
Had that

See you in another season
Say that they don't fuck with me can't give you real reasons
It's cool I ain't pleasing nobody
Got peace in my body like Dalai

I pop me a potion
You say you rock hard, but you go through erosion
Certified bag getter, yeah that's my slogan
Surrounded by enemies, feel like I'm

the sack, uh
Yeah, times are tough, and we got mouths feed, uh
We gotta pray for life, yeah that's the life we lead
Louis V, my duffel bag
Designer suit with

Onions in my pocket
I ain't about to let em stew
Running through these streets
I went and dirtied up my shoes
Spot full of turkey bags we ain't playing

And nor does hate

I'm indifferent to your current state

In my own bag got my own plates to fill

Ur Majesty, I'm here for you, for real

at 4am

my pride, got to do it a lot
Shut down my myself, do I do it or not
Throw my demons in a bag then I'm tying a knot
Let them out when I need them if you

wanna tell y'all
I gotta tell y'all about how He saved me, and my testimony in my way
But I realized that, y'all don't even have no- any idea who He is

pills
I can’t lie, I’ll spin the reel
My bag is sealed, I made the deal
Outta my face, outta my hair
I get the call, you know I’m there
Boro in dis, learn

The Children of Light
You should know who you are
We give Him glory for changing the story
And taking control of my heart
We in His bag, we popping tags
Cuz He

for brandishing
Stacking up bread I ain't Makin no sandwiches
You ain't got no motion Boy cut the shenanigans
Dressed in all black Wit my stick. I'm

toxic, baby I already know
Baby I was this close
To having you up in my arms and now you wanna go
I don't know why I tried twice
Baby I'd do anything