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and everyone let every string and every drum
Give yourself a break, from whatever's got you stressed

Now pop this red pill
But not the type to leave you rollin'

boys slide,
Then I'm sliding to, I'm tryna hit your neck
Oh, you got fye? We got fye too
Ain't shit that you can press
These niggas already out here

molly
She dropping the toppy
Its wet and it sloppy
I fuck up the profit im rich and im poppin
Dont try me in public you know dat i got it
Niggas get

Yo Forbe$ you got that beat bro
Hitboy, Hitboy, Hitboy you know I come with the hits boy
They gonna call me the shit boy this is as real as it gets

Good Thing

Leah Smith

The Good Life

2011

this oneness can't be severed, well very well
By God's grace I married well. I Found a good thing.

[Chorus]
You'll always be my love (oh my my my)

Gray pants or red belt, they'll go along with my thirteen
J's, boy, got so many, you sweat that I'm selling dope
Claiming but hustling, baby, I'm even

the whole faction,
I'm keepin my cool you can't bait reaction,
Exceed expectations like that kid from Akron,
I praise him all day and not just for a fraction,

to verse u

Hook
-Baby I’m jus tryna build a wealth that we can’t run out 
-jus turn around iGot the WORLD Scum’d Out
-n we made it, 
Lil mama, why da fucc

enemies are captured
I'm finna peel their caps uh
My momma traumatized
She don't want no homocides
When drama try to run up I keep my gun up by my side

big dawg got the trap bonking (Smoke)
These niggas move so funny (So funny)
You talk that shit, I’m gunning
These niggas talking bout nun (Bout nun)
Say

say please
Its 100 degrees
Palm trees calm me
Your man ain't fly you out just call me
But you gotta swallow my offspring
Why he say he ain't got it
I

Philly lil nig
Straight from the city we still keep a blick
I wanna see you shake hips
Shawty just keep shaking hips
Now she doing her tricks on the dick

on my back
Don't say you love me
Then fold
Cause i get to attached
I want to be on the map
Live for my momma and run it up
With all this rap sh**
Funds

[Chorus (Baby)]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads

Do not tell me different it's the closest ones
Who get to hurt you damn wen you all alone (Alone!)
We pay no attention to the little man
We all on our

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

the Nine
You will truly find
The sign
As I bring along some friends of mine
From order no quarter, no dropping dime
F.T.P. will be the answer

to the streets riding backseat always been watching
Cuz these muthafuckas plotting
Saying they be riding for you
But day one they was hiding from you
That shit so

Yeah

I know
I know

Brett's an alcoholic
Betty's got a problem
Popping prescription that
She's getting from her doctor
And neither pay attention

don't run from opp'
Nigga we return shots
All that pussy ass shit you be on we ain't bout
You a dick riding nigga do it all for some clout
Yeah
And I

the reason I'm buyin' all these diamonds
I see y'all face in the clouds, no, I cannot let you down
I wish I had y'all around me while I'm shinin

Had y'all

'm heaven-sent 
I will better them, show them man the veteran
How can a bug impede the progress of an elephant? 
Life flashes by when you're cruising in the fast

take out the glock
I'm pouring up rocks I'm fucking on thots
I hope I don't run into cops
Shawty from strand wanna hang with the stars
I call her

a Birkin
From the store
You can't put a price on love
Man I done heard this shit before
All that crying and that pouting
Girl you irking to the core
So much

swallow
I like em nasty nasty
Lemme hit from the side while I rub on ya clit
Got her callin me daddy
Grab on her ass it's a fatty
Way she ridin she think