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Like baby it's a breeze
Ain't no switching we locked in
Only do it with my faith
Scammers watching me drop shit
I put that on my seed
All my flows is

for bar, in the battle, like me wrestling a baby
I'm cold, snap his neck
I bought the Bentley, just to sell it, that's a status Check

Like I said I'm

I can't contain it
Baby You my favourite 

The Notebook is our story
Is that an alien 
I watch too much Rick and Morty
Hey shawty 
Its your Birthday

to let her know i see you baby and all that saint lauren that you got on (I see you!)
She wanna chill so i said yeah come over
What we're playing's needing

And by any cost coughing cuz we geeking out
You'll need a coffin cuz that caption says no geeks allowed
Peep the crown
Fucking up a check off just that

is what the king and I really had to say 
Well if you check it out  you was never really with it
You take a skip and now  
Run up on me quicker
Bring

from the fame
Y'all the same rappin' bout money and chains

I've been shot in the chest by my brother (ouch)
Dawgs got their bets on the other (what)

Heart break u know that I'm numb to that, 
2020 got me thinking money, 
Pops told always run a check, 
Always gotta keep the sticky on me, 
Hope them boys

Annie Maes

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla

1999

ass up, real tight wrapped up like twizzler
My nigga jus won't cha to feel a, crooked nigga off audelia
Dallas texas, we quickly risin up and surprisin

smoking for free if you smoking with me
Lil nigga gonna run out of luck if he speak on the Don of Ebony
Don't silence the problem
We bomb if you want war
It

land, invest in stock with you
Take care of our kid's kids, you know
King, Queen Shit
You and me shit, team shit
Yes I mean this
When I say I wanna rock

this, oh yeah
Hold up, let's do this
My love can be the truest
You can call me Louis, yes, Mr. Moon
Run up on that ass, you can call me Zoom
Got

baby in the holster, yes indeed
My four the hardest thing out like it's 98 degrees
They ain't sucking dick but trust I got them on their knees
Plus

Ooooo Yeah!
Let's retreat
You and me
Yes retreat
We'll be free
Well I know you've been looking
For an escape
Hard days are coming
Make no mistake
I

ain't no realer
Like King Kong had a baby with Godzilla
I'm a monster nigga
We fucking up cities from the US to Manila
Fat backwoods and champagne in

cream soda
The bitches all fall down ring a ring of roses
I did it no witness, no Jehovah

Clock start ticking we don't got time
Stephen King, in control

Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,

dry our parka
And our rubberized galoshes off
And we'll just take a rain-check for
That picnic in the grass
And sip our lattes by the window

Pistols Blazin

Dru Down

Stackin Chips

1997

Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh Get out my face check it
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
Me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up

Left Field

Yaggfu Front

Action Packed Adventure

1993

dat, and yes I do love you
But do we have to act like we're glued, together
All the time, boots on my mind
Fine wine with lips so girl take a sip

it by the next hour

This is the price we pay for living life
You die the way you live
I'm just giving advice
Call me Kimbo Slice
I'm in the ring if

of
I don't have the time for fake friends
Only time to run my money up
I'm working on me, baby
Lately I've been giving up
I had to change the way I live

my hands
The only thing I want from you is neck and don't you think that we're an item, I just keep my girls in check
Yes yes
I think I should be

main bitch badder that shit is forever we locked in
I got this bitch she sippin codeine(sip' sip')
Turn the beat i finna get in(ye yeah)
Poppin like