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(Gemini And the Libra Baby ) hatin ass Mufucka, Hey hey hey-hit,em with da brand new flip  brand new chick brand new  crib brand new car
 Brand new

I lost everything but hope
And we never going
Never going
Thank god for my son
Yeah he brought me hope again
I got you lil man
We never going broke

No-no, no-no, still can't get none
You watch me ball, with all my dogs 
Ya mad 'cause ya can't get none
When they bump my hits, it makes you sick

to be rich
Come from working triples plus all Those doubles
Me and 5 bitches Orgy call it bundle
She flip the hair back like she
Rapunzel
Haters pressed

champagne like soda, poppin' red bitches like cola
Trunk beat like Eardrummers
Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em
Mothafuckas still all in my bone

the shake'll still flip

Prefer to cook, I had to bake, a lil bit

But I've been heavy on the grind, so I can cake a lil bit

Chef's kiss (x2)



Might drive

these digits
The city they be wit it
They love the way he flip it
Lil nigga
Yo
I don't think they told you son
For the games I'm not the one 
Smack you

nigga
I flip yo shit like in and out lil nigga
I pop my shit now bet not cough lil nigga
Im in atlanta kickin shit in a loft lil nigga
Im steady walkin by

to be exact
I count the racks, he get the bag
I don't know why my haters mad
I keep 'em some to hate on
Bitch can't get no second chance
I ain't the one

heres where its gon end
Couple oohs to blow 500 in bands
Im alienated by my swag im never gonna choke man
I make them haters gag from the kush that i blow

of ass

Big lungs hold a lot of gas 
Big chain make a hater mad 
Make it rain while a stripper dance 
Big bandz Big bandz Got Big Bandz 

I need a side

know I fuck with them the Long Way

Yeah

My niggas is still my niggas
I still fuck with them the Long Way
Shout out my lil bitch she know we done came

meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've

said get up your grades
You know I don't play
You know I always stay with the best
Lil pussy hater boys talkin
You better say it with your chest
Cause I

Yeah, CHOMP 2, Boi-1da
I had to give y'all at least one
At least one of these one while I'm still lettin' y'all know
Lotta jewelry on the wall,

I geh some haters in west, I geh some haters in east
Turn that lil boy to a stain, rinse out that nigga with bleach
When I go hop on the track I know

'cause I'm still sinnin'
Devil mad 'cause we stay winnin'
Haters mad 'cause we still in it
Livin' fast 'bout a mile a minute 

Old school, burnt out

If 12 pulled me over
Going federal
Still I'm on a run
Like a marathon
Skrrr

Lil something
You could vibe wit
And you could smoke wit
Uh
You ain't

Mr. D.J.

Lil' Keke

Screwed Down Version: Platinum in Da Ghetto

2001

once again forever it's understood
State to station, and we wrecking the radio
We cooking the airwaves to Don and Z-Ro

Too many haters be offending me

gone need a towel
I told bro take that to trial
They pockets to short
They gone give up in a lil while
In a lil while
They gone give up in a lil while
In

Late night working while you niggas out clubbing
With them lil hoes I swear to God that you bugging
Truth be told could never be me and my niggas

the Mac-10 out
Bat gon smack em
Chapter black, he blackin out
Find out
Find out why the fuck I'm the best around
Elevated by this chop that bring them down
I

think
Used to have a fish scale sitting by the sink
Drifting through Tokyo, fishtailing on a brink
Shirt off in a mink
No chains, just gains
You a geek

You can ask anyone yea they know me
Give a fuck about a hater lil boy u a pick me boy come and show me
Talking shit bout my uh
Heard you screaming