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Some flip flops
Til yo feet's is bruised
I win and you lose
You rap then I snooze
Got me fucked up
Ain't even got booze
No need to feud
These haters sing

now ya looking silly with yo head in ya lap
Im a hit em with the swwoom, Imma hit em with the slap
Big bro gonna get em with the zap
Its kinda funny I

Cole, you have the energy
When I get my women together we look like The Brady Bunch
I'm going back to the future, my haircut a mullet, I look the 80s

M
Sabías que no le caes bien ni a los Pocos que les "caes bien" supuestamente?
Don't you feel fild by hearing my lyrics
Dicen tu nombre y lo acompañan

mean 
How you finna say I’m not that nigga 
Baby please 
Know I get this bread baby girl by any means 
Go and get ya friend 
Cause she lookin extra mean

peace was upon Him
And by His stripes we are healed
In Jesus name, amen
You've been bruised
You've been beaten and degraded
How much longer will you

a rag
Or strangle your dad
Put yo bitch back in a cast
I'm gonna give your sister a baby
And do your mom in a dash
In the back of a cab
The money ain't

overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard

Kick me down, you better pray I don't get up
I'm cutting ties 'cos I think I've had enough
My mama told me I should never give up, so I
Held my hands

to know I'm effect 
you love me right I was never a threat 
you bout to label me dangerous ex 
you act like 
you ain't the one keeping secrets in your phone

look at the flow, simply divine
Still on the low 'cause I'm taking my time
But I ain't stoppin' it yo just wait a minute
I been stacking paper it just

cause I been tweaking can't get locked in cage
I'm swinging on these niggas crashing out yea I got to much rage
Fuck them niggas and fuck the rage
Bullets

But I'm still in the field like Suárez
In the four by four mes natës
'Cah we get money regardless

They chit-chat shit, but my opps still love me

want a man to be mine
All this weight that I put on my shoulders
Yo I'm outta here wasting my time yeah
Wind the clocks back a couple months I remember

Oxygen, I ain't got no oxygen 
Things get so cold I put that AC in accomplishment
I'm a lil too confident, might start going by a mononym
They know

big bag that's my dinner plate

By 20 ima have ah bigger bag thru the inner state
Ima smart nigga and hood nigga real shxt
I can solve yo math problems

they faint, we bodied it cousin 
It come to the dames, aye We plot by the dozen 
We cuffing the big ones, yeah I'm talking the blue bills 
Aye We dem

a story to tell…you’ve got a fable to yell…says I’m going to hell. I’ve got a good life that I live…not that it’s none of your biz…like none of it is.  But

now, I'm selling shows
Bookin' hotels with my girl and givin' dap to Cole
You seen a couple mill, now you running low
You felt a couple thrills, now you

can't do this by myself I need your help
I'm like a wounded healer touching people hoping that I'm felt
Cause when I look back over my life, God forbid
I

Bullets scrape like your knees, don't you buckle under pressure
Hit that dopamine, then rinse, repeat at your leisure

Ain't no better feel than when I'm

don't need no clout

I'm so stoned today
Soaked my brain in novocaine
Drive by on razor blades
Took your life and rode away
Bitch I got vices, but no

Men of Respect [Album Version]

Kasino & The Lox

Nasty Girl

1998

your man what I said, fucking with Dreads 
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds 
Lock me up, your little ass copied up 
Had the whole East Side

On the whip had to pedal
Still move in the ends
And I'm driving through meadows
Lost the boy
He got cheffed by metal
Streets on to us
Need to be settled
Too