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free, uh
Somebody told me 2020 was gon' be
Special, you make it thru
This one, n you'll be successful
Waffle fries, ice cream with the
Drizzle on it ay

(Chorus 2x)
Blitz the block twelve coming in we gotta spin the car, 
we don't stop at red lights fast just like a movie star, 
if we stop at red

to run it, all I ever need was some money
I remember fiendin for the bitches
Now he got dimes by the dozen
Pull up & the scenes star stunned
Make a bad

shit
But a meal on my plate 
Up for some days 
Just to make it okay
Feeling jaded off
Something I can't really say 
Pain in my thoughts 
Gotta get it off

mercies, 
Grace and glory, power is mine
I live in the light 
I don't gotta fight
It's not by power, it ain't by might
I can sing, I can shout, I can rap, I

they hand
I seen niggas get snaked by they mama kids
See the keys onna counter just snatch it and drive
Now I'm risking my life up on i-ninety five
Five

Cut they face
A double "O" but I always ran with "trey"
Either 9 or they ate
I was signed by the apes
Different lines we would draw
All them bodies we

it up a lil bit more
Gotta five and it come after four
Make a right when you get to the store
Make a left when you get to that light
And they say I'm

yeen even my hoe
Kick my way in through the door
Make em say there that boy go
Probably just lied under oath
But I gotta stick to the code
Niggas be

eat the beef like it chow 
I’m with the shits right now 
Swinging through ya town with the trey pound
Straight to ya face like loud 
I gotta hold it

illusion, aye
I see my future
Its Big n Beautiful
Im Ballin since a juvenile 
I make dis shit look usual 
Winnin on da usual 
We beat da opps like Fruity

Hurry! Hurry! Don't worry, worry
I'll drive my best to make sure you make it out early, early
Exchange of money for a ride? That's my thing
One thing

it's ten of me
I need dat money & my nigga need dat MVP
Trey up to sumn & Speero balling like CP3
I'm only speaking for my four, y'all can't fw we
If I

that's not right
She went left, had to go right
I'm at the top countin' cash right
My brothers bang red like stop sign
I make a play when it's night time

fall together
In the rain i ain't predict this weather
Gotta make sure my profits together
They gone doubt you but lord know you special
If i give you my

from nothing
We gone make it though
Put ya mind to it
Rip tru N all the falling soldiers
Rip rj We know you looking over
So I ain’t gotta always watch

Space Mix [The Ultimate Nonstop Mix]

Modern Talking

Alone

1999

a lover

Check it out, check it out, here we go, let me say it.
Tax on wax make the brothers wanna play it.
To the front, to the front, to the back,

but it couldn't help man deal with this pain
I wanna make it to heaven, got down on my knees like Hallowed be thy name
Told Shadey I gotta get a verse

Dick in her mouth, she chew that
Birkin bag fit the trey deuce
In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two

make something shake, man, these bills be pilin'
Gotta make something shake, call it Meg the stallion

Hit the interstate, made me bout 10,000
Back in

rental
Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue (trap, trap dab)
Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick come with a note on it

big toys
She know I get it
In these KC streets
I gotta move the bag baby
I ain't worried bout nobody else
Man it is what it is
And I did it all by

look like deal or no deal 
I fucks wit my plug gave it to me bag sealed 
Bitch ima thug make this 9 yo last meal 
Ima wizard wit this trey 
And I shoot

is all around
Hope you payin attention
I can lead you to the water
Gotta make the decision
It ain't helping me to prosper
You can keep your religion