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the kids
All I roll up is expensive za's
Don't fuck round with the mid
Beat from back and flip her wig
She eat up dick just like a pig ah
Mr. seven foe until

b's with my bro fuck the rakes 
Bitch I'm a slime but I don't fuck with snakes 
Twenty nineteen we extorting you fakes 
Stay with that tool like

them time

Got these niggas tight
They like they wedding
Bitch, we wedding too
I feel some

Yeah
I don't give a fuck about you
But I'm a motherfucking

I don't give a damn
I'm already broke so like fuck it, we jam
Cause fuck it, we ball, what the fuck's in my hands
I throw it in bundles and bags
I

the birds and bees
Got the 9 I want the trey 57, Gen 5 33
Yeah 38 auto coming after that gon' spill they beans
Dumping at yo' pontas I don't give a fuck who

of my potnas get them a penny
Don't tell me that yo prices too high just tell me the ticket
Ima make sure I can pay it lil nigga times it by 20
I fuck

bitches doing drugs
I don't give a fuck
Shoulder shrug
Its only love if she give me some
She must be from Georgia Tech
By the way she got a buzz
You aint

So Fuk'Em

Young Dolph

Bulletproof

2017

'em, trust 'em, fuck 'em

If he ain't hustler, fuck 'em (fuck 'em)
None of these niggas I don't trust 'em (fuck 'em)
Done worked too hard out here

off two percs i feel like matt ryan
I think I just scored a touchdown she said dont slow down
So just tell me whats the move
She like what we do
Told

of shit that's on my mind 
They prejudice toward my kind so we gon' give 'em hell
I been breakin' out that box screaming fuck the jail
So if it ain't skin,

we go down
Do the dash with her do the dash with her
Aye lil bitckh you kan say I'm in the wrong
But Ian trippin lil baby because i don't fuck you no

lil kids, Just know I keep a big pistol
Grew up on that brick shit, gangsta mid and
Cheap liquor
I be like fuck them hoes, street legend like
My nigga

Rob All Night (If I'm Gonna Rob)

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

in his eye (uh)
I don't give a fuck, bitch, all my niggas ready to die
Hit you with the things, so you niggas ready to fly?
Knock, you don't want no

to this)
You celibate?
Well shit
Me too
I sell lil' bit of me to you
Wait
Did you mean that the sex canceled? (wait)
Damn
Now I don't think I'm in to you

me I don't give a fuck thats how I rollin nigga
I be off a za of some the finest when I'm loaded nigga
In the whip higher than a bitch I can't control

gotta pray for me

Had a lil' beef in the streets, so I bought me some heat
Nowadays, I be clutchin' it still I don't give a damn if I'm right or I

of hunneds
If you see me in the spot I’m wit some beautiful women
You don’t know me all good we can talk lil homey
Just don’t be on no bully cuz they stomp out

sliding down the pole

We back 
Here I go again
Nigga took a lil break had her asking where I been
Tryna get money baby 
Tryna stack ends
So i can roll up

back in reversal
If Your pussy don't stank say period
You chasing a bank say period
Don't give a fuck bout no nigga
Or give a fuck what a bitch think

bite
Mr Me, if she stays mine
No rubbers I spray white 
I don’t gym but I stay fine
Produce D on da QT
Drums to go wit that bassline 

Melody, rhythmic

at them like brothers this a trap
While trying to fuck the bitch that passed by like
She ain't a trap I snapped cause he start talking that shit
That he say

we don't have too many
People in here tonight
But it's ok, cause this is real hip-hop
Let's go! Good job, Lil B, spit for us

Watch out, I grind for

mama, here's a tissue lil mama yeah
Got my niggas with me we gon ball with the change in our socks
I'm just tryna make out, fuck nine to five, fuck a nine

Ghetto Life

Birdman

Fast Money

2005

Got about fifty more Ms, nigga
And I wanted to go fuck with a nigga
Who broke bread with us first, nigga
So we flew to Houston, ya holla?

I jumped