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zone
It's been weeks since we freaked, love
You a boops, that's how I treat ya
Put you on the shelf when I'm done, you a trophy kill
Appleton mix Red

trying to get some love from me
I’m saying fuck em all
I feel like Jason Tamalolou by the way I fend em off but leave em running more
Got a wifey at my

'm like the Cocoa Pebbles made by Post
I'm so good, shawty hit Mariah Carey's high notes
I get it popping no hoax, keep my dreams on the low
Alaskan,

round drum
But quick to say I ain't do it
Ho niggas mad at me
An hate that I'm getting to it
Lil' Eddie B
Keep me ah bitch
Baby got pull
All this

a leer
Shit was all by design got a gift
Had to put it all in motion like a gif Sometimes I look back like what if
What if I wasnt one of the realest
What

want me to break
If I go call the big homie up this is what he'd say


Tuff shit lil bro chase a bag not a hoe
From the way that things are looking you

weed but I also got dough
Silencer on my 44
Poe-poe low blow my home-bro
Got ammo by the cargo and stacks up in Wells Fargo
You'd think I won the lotto

Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part

on go
(Like)
Like what you mean by that this bitch must think I'm slow
They done fucked up letting a nigga like meek get in that mode
She like meek what

caught up and I steady miss em
Lil Nigga get low
This shit could get cold
Niggas losing they soul
Why I'm pour that 4
It's all that I know
Jah finna pass

down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood

Hold firm to what you have if you wanna survive 
I pledged my music to extreme no overdose 
Although I had a low ovation on couple of shows 
A lil faith

Open my eyes and see city lights
Lil homie gon rob his momma gon cry
I don't wonder why just know I get fly
Hittin the town just to get by
If you're not

I'm finna talk my lil shit onnis bitch, caught em leaving the Stu and ran em inna ditch , mm-mm
Cable B, hear my loud
Switch hit his face, turn him

Smoked Out, Loced Out (Part II)

$uicideboy$

KILL YOURSELF Part X: The Resurrection Saga

2015

with that motherfucking budda bless

Fucking Oddy got a lil fucking Versace
Rolling the dope, and I'm blowing the smoke
Yeah, it got me feeling kind

Niggaz Don't Want No Problem

Crips

Bangin' on Wax: The Best of the Crips

give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be	-G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone

rambling problem 

Odds of me winning with plus money
and I got gambling problems

I get low and duck the world when I yall
I'm healing huh

these

a lil umbrella
Game shooter I take trips to the Bermuda so many cars
I got more keys than a computer
Screens fall like snow on a vacation to Alaska
Fly

on the mill's
I was in it for the money shit just happen come with thrills
Big ass boulders in my blunt yea I be rollin' up the hills
And I got it for the low you

It's Mr. Suave in this bitch
You might not like it but your wife type did
I slide right through the whole scene and I'm scoping
Hoes steady chatting

We still trappin' just Lil B

Trappin' out in the hallways
Breaking down weed all day
Servin' pounds like always
Trappin' so hard I done broke my leg

GLAHH
GANG GANG BETTER THAN
AHHH DOUBLE A
YO E
Man I really been geekin like
Mr.Vibey, bitches get to freaking like
And my drip more than decent

like Nike on a music ting
Lil Tecca, I ain't talkin' "Ransom"
Stay juggin', I'm way too lit
When I spit, they'll pay for my bars like ransom
Sono

kite but i still wanna cyph
And if i come through man you better hide ya wife
Cause i'm mr foreign aka mr fuck her till the morning
I'll be your shiny