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Eat rappers, going live, it's a mukbang
Hard to find like goat cheese, these snakes in the bush
Bout to meet the Orochi, the snake hella big
You can ask

No Auto-Tune just bars nigga'
It's the mufuckin' gang
Turff what up?
Said Breezy come back
Like a kid with quick wits
I'm loved by all my niggas'

my flow got a lot of lace
Run to this money, I'm talkin' Sha'Carri pace,
Studio apartment, now we got all kinda space,
I got a tear thinkin' bout how

talkin' street, but you ain't really bout it
Scar on my face, bitch I feel like a lion
Tony Montana you gon need army to fight me
You still may not get me

the coupe
Only want me cuz my money blue
Got a number that's new
Pass her round to the crew
I'm that guy but you already knew
For the record my diamonds real

Got me blowing my funds on you in the mall,
Going out sad bout the girls but so what, 
Blowing my racks on these girls but so what, 
I tried to be

Over and over again
I try to tell myself that we
Could never be more than friends
When all the while inside I knew it was real
The way you make me

all of you niggas
That's why I'm gon get it

I'm haunted by a daemon
Got me deep inside
My feelings
We made plans together
I had to divide the vision

her by the throat
If you say it's on sight then I'ma pull up by yo door (facts)
No I'm not average, I put this together
Man I got my own pen, man I

do nothing they watching from my page
These bitches won't understand the pain I've been through

Talking bout let me help what the fuck is you gon do

laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's

all year by these bitter ass women
And pussy ass niggas, get stepped on like critters
Fuckin' all goddamn year
Throwin' dirt on my name, tryin' to get

the money
I'm smart, so they call me tony Stark
Chale you blast, gadammit I'm dak
cll I wanna do now, niqqa meet the Queen
cll I wanna do is, help my  niqqa

bein' sad, it ain't 'bout me
I don't wanna see how far you've come with ya family
I don't wanna see your fuckin' hoes you hide from Emily
I don't wanna

to the lil bitch
Cuz she told me that she did not love me no more
Yeah walk in my house and it's cash on the floor
I'm a young rich nigga I got money galore
I

She want a bag
She popping them tags
Pull off the lot
She’s driving it fast
She know she a boss
No matter the cost
And since she treat me good
I’ll

At My Best

Yfn Lucci

Ray Ray from Summerhill

2018

talkin' 'bout that boy off of The Wire
MAC 11 on my side but that boy not a minor
Make me come find ya
Know I'm havin' like your boss make me come sign

aimin' for Halle Berry (Uhh)
I just cut the lights and
She's rollin' like ball bearings
She's attracted by the ice and
I'm hangin' the long earring (Bling)

deep in a lil bitty bitch
Water gun by the way that pussy squirt
Aye

And Baby
You dare to tell no lies to me
Aye
Awww
Compromise ya life all for me
Lil

Ooh, I'm so tired of writing all these love songs
Talking bout some shit I never did
I'm about to jump on a new chapter
This might be the last you'll

and I
To get high
While I try
To get by
Baby (x2)

Yuh have it, Mi demand it
Hol' yuh by di body becau' me manage it
Nuh worry bout yuh figure, mi nah go

cap bout a thing
Like Kobe I'm the truest in the game
Ghetto angels watchin' over me and the gang
Bitch you know I'm from the 310
Lots of bitches, lots

presidential
Got money in my pocket and I dominate the market
And I always stay on topic when I rock it
You got me acting me cocky
I reverse d Bentley into

as we done put your shoes on (Yeah yeah)
Then get the fuck out you better move on (Move on)
Then I gotta hit the club and get my groove on
New song new me