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take me as a joke
She said she wanna touch me, I'm like no
Can't fuck with you 'cause you too broke
G2 instruments go blow
He just a lil' man, he not my

by the ton, I was so low, had to fill up the funds
I'm on a roll, get the bread by the buns
Play wit the gang, turn to a traitor, you could get cut

her to the telly
Drop her off by the deli
She takin' dick to the belly
Rollin' up U.E. and mix it with Smelly
JB got hit by the deli
Now I'm smokin'

Bitch
Yea

Cause we goin win and they goin wait
Yea
Yea

I get richer by the day
Yea I know a nigga blessed
Know my gma prayin for me
Be damned I let

frank mueller
No aim just spray I pray my shooter
Gone get him if not more money on his head and he passed
This a MR2 I assume I'ma crash
In a penthouse

see , dont give a fuck evidently , zippers all on the part of my jeans , like oh you the cleanest 

I got a reason , I was so low way by the cement ,

Scrape the weed into a pile 
Stack the money by the letter 
I had fucked up my first flip but progressively I got better 

Now I'm gettin it flippin

and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's

(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy

whippin a Hyundai, im grabbin a coupe
I been getting the money, im off of a duece
Gotta bad lil bitch wanna sleep on the phone
If you not a comma then leave

Aww ya (3x)
Its Eklass in this bitch yeah
(mr free lunch line and we popping in this bitch..)
And you know what I do 
(..poppin in this bitch)
Bitch

pull down my mask, I get low on my funds
I pop my shit like I got the runs
I get head in my whip like I'm Tommy Bunz
I'm rockin' timbos, I don't got no

Standing here like you wouldn't believe it 
I got the iron low like I'm anemic 
If you ain't gang gang gang nigga beat it I'm turning pussies into

think I found my new inner chi cause your inner thighs taste so yummy
You came back, you want round two, my turn to start using you
I can tell by the way

door
You ain't in the mix, tell me who you gonna clap for

Body for a body, Mai a problem, we can match scores
First one to a check, did it the best, who

Bad lil bitch, I ain't suck my D
I was four years old when I grabbed that Glee
Talkin' down, but we grabbin' those D's
Talkin' down, you can hit it

wrapped in
Plastic in a dump truck
Fuck, only built Diadoras
I pull up with a bitch
They thought it was Rita Ora
My lil' head buster keep
His tool ringing

And awfully crazy it's sad
Sometimes it makes A lil mess 
But I won't ever get mad 
My tempers held back in fact 
Mix a lil bit coke with this jack 
Stay away

& move
I let her sail like by boo don't cry foo plenty to sale ya pie to

So now you mr pie dude you even got you a tie to
Starter kit for them beginners

Put the gas in the air i can start a hurricane
Smoking on slurricane committing suicide by the dutch
Bout to blow my own brain while I'm getting

mud[00:26.72]I'm a stud you a bluff[00:27.60]Yeah my blood is too tough[00:28.42]Yeah you played yo lil game[00:29.24]But still I got control[00:30.17]I get faded

and roll my woodies by the trace
They always ask me where I've been, but never ask me if I'm straight

I might push away your love, but that don't mean that

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

Ooooh, I like that
For all my 90s kids, put a lil smile on ya face 
We got work to do 

Schoolhouse rock, way back when I was little, taught me

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Been on my bullshit in this bitch popped two or three pills now I feel like Mike
Mix match drugs, it's an experiment, bill nye the science guy
Keep