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that life's a gamble, gotta roll the dice and get some movement
Finally better by myself, lil shordy calling and I said

I, don't wanna see your ass

I'm in rush If it's up then it's stuck
But she still show me love she want to be by my side
When I'm with her she said it's a vibe, she want to be part

You know I never will
You know I never will
Yea
You know I never will
That bitch a bop
And she gon go
Just cuz she want sum dick
These bitches low

they bank account was lookin low nigga
Shoulda knew it then that you a broke nigga
Seemed wishy washy need a boat nigga
Started claiming shit you wasn’t

once cause a nigga don't care
Big lair
Money on the coat ya I look like Ric Flair
Talking big smoke got a lil nigga really big scared
Talking bout ounce

dick riding lil bruh ts gay
Needa getchu some motion stop eating off his plate

Turn off the trac boy we slidin srt8
Ian kissing no curb
all gas fuck

anymore, done got slimed by my kin
They caught amnesia knew about it, tried to pretend
How much do you need
I asked my reli, said he needed ten Threw me in

questioning my quest
Pushed them away because I promise them success
By time I was 5 or 6
I wanted to fly out the nest
Bound to earth call me Ness
Wait no I

movin' left, let it show you what is right
Picture yourself when now as a lil' youngin', an Oxon Hill youngin'
numbing down the pain, tryin' to see if he

a lot
Did what I did, I earned what I got, now Lil Shorty keep calling me up
Now She saying, Khris, I don't know what to do
I never had no commitment

all a roll
Trenches ain't forever realize it when it's time to go
Still got live life by the code
I got my lil scamming nigga speak on Zaa he find a low

Get into the green like I'm all alone, like I'm on a plane
Blue, stop playing these niggas
Red Gang
Love, aye

Keep on low
R.G
Aye
I woulda, coulda,

the low
Price of $14.95
Shit, If you know, you know
The fact this shit ain't adding up
Lil Lewd don't give a fuck
You could be a snitch, I still get rich
So

that make it into my music
Without you, I couldn't move it
And of course
It's Local

I left some hoes by the coast and now they washed up
The ones who

me count it up
New levels new devils
Gotta keep the hammer wit me
Niggas hating low key
Roll leafs full of OG
The marathon continues nigga
No sleep

lil' bitch a ho, she ain't havin' my kid
A bad bitch give me the low to oppa

And n***a, I hit that boy all in his shit
Fuck n****s shouldn't be lackin',

a subpoena
Top chef turn yo bitch to a eater
Top shelf how I'm blowin this reefer
WOK I po that shit by the liter
That nigga ain't street he be telling

tree

You know I'm talking about Adam and Eve
You know I got a lot of things I'm gonna share with you
This lil' Evening

I wanna paint you in the sky but

stop
Shit I dropped my fucking wallet at your bitch house
Sit down
Ima call lil brodie up to spin round
Loaded up with pistols we don't miss
Ouch
Damn

my city on
But niggas hating on the low
Before you talk down on a nigga
Get some fucking dough
I been the bakers man cooking for the streets
Shit

Gettin high when you low
What you know 'bout
Gettin deep in the hole
What you know 'bout
Gettin by with some hope
Now I be fallin asleep
With the hoes
I

All that drink in my body feel like shawty low

Bitch, I got the cheese, I got the dough Wookie and my sister got me movin' hella slow
She a fan, swear

then I cannot help her
She out here dropping lows, I'm dropping fours, they gon' melt her
Yo, nigga, cheap as hell, he softer than a feather
Knocking

leanin' hard off a four
That shit finna knock him out, that nigga hangin' by the rope
That lil' bitch wanna fuck, I just say I want some throat
Give me head