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All this Gucci people dressing for clout
But I'm fine with my Nikes ya you know what Yung Bufe is about
Ya I'm boutta make it never a doubt
Now I got

All I wanna do is get a 50-piece
Run my bag up, I need like 10 a week
Niggas bullshit and I do it by my lonely
This that talk, that get your hoe wet,

i'm back from my trap 
Clap for my rap
SwitchIng my snapback 
Time for the snapchat haha
I know it sounds cheezy 
Cause thats what u do when u feel it

But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you

Whoooa, I've been to Georgia
cnd California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand

the unmarks
By the banks, run game till it's dark
Spot the narcs on both sides, they parked
I'm finna spark
You seem nervous with them sirens on
Don't even

I stay out in the street cuz I feel lost up in my home[00:17.50]Makin moves I gotta eat , it's all mines ain't got no loan[00:21.14]Came up from

news bruh
My cock's in her mouth two times a day like a toothbrush
My bitches have many friends got hoes like pizza men
I call them from four to three

I'll walk you through the rain

When you ain't nothing they gon' tell you bring your CV
But when you something they gon' put you on a TV 
And they gon'

that'll do to yo roof?
Run up on him give him two and he through
Ironic it'll chew through a tooth
I got it sweeping through to your room
Different meaning

with this shit yet
Run that bitch back!
Iceman Richard Kuklinski
Have you down for the count no Bisping
Gotta be Frank here listen I'm filthy
I've been

what this means all my friends are dying
I'm still riding got the heart of a young lion
Bullets fly motherfucker you can keep trying
Flaco told me little

Key to the City

J.U.I.C.E.

100% Juice

2001

Still got that key to the city....

[Verse 1]
uh..uh....uh
J-you, The hot shit, to hot to fall
I'm too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y'all
in

how I came, you don't know how I'm coming
I swear that it's different
I'm counting my bread and I'm minding my business
Sippin' wine by the pool, man

the kitchen cooking crack
Say she got a man where he at?
You was with your friends if he ask

[Hook]
She been on the beach, I been tryna meet (Tryna meet)
Hit

can't be workin' no regular nine to five
Only workin' for me, look
I don't got time for the function
Slavin' and never not workin', need plaques by

know what I'm talkin' about. Little bitch, stop playin'
You got some good persuasion
Damn, I had to take a breath

You say, you say you got some good

And you love it, 76 inches of sound
So ya'll could dig me six feet deep
My eyes'll still be over ground

Now, I've got myself circlin'
Over these pushers

At times I feel so lost I don’t know where to run
Can’t hide these problems they run up on me like karma’s son
Minds always racing even when Im in

from how you living
God, I'm on a mission, till it's done, I don't have no soul to give him
Them bullets coming with a force, it's like a shoulder hit

columbine, how you never heard of I
NY, bout to go multi, platinum
Get checks I don't cash them
Ain't it funny how they run when the cash come
No stop, no

from the city centre. It’s surrounded by beautiful open spaces and excellent commuter links into London. What more could you ask for? Let’s go in

swept in by the racks
Plus I do this shit for fun, aye
Killing, I don't need no gun
Hop on a track and I run
These hoes gon' know I'm the one
Hate

get no traction
Baby I'm a star
You know I'm bout that action
They sending shots but won't address it
Yoke you up by your necklace
Stack my jewelry up

The city girls got the women 
Being irresponsible 
Even got em thinking it's a hot girl summer 
You know damn well we run 
This bitch don't look surprised