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hygienist
Boy you sound dumb tryna brag about the trenches 
G code boy I'm sticking to the g code
Someone hit up smurk an tell him I'm the cheat code( tell em

why I keep that toaster
I hope these niggas ready, I'm so petty, over fetty puff a nigga noodles, spill his sauce Turn em' to spaghetti
keep it cool if

nigga(laughing) 
Ain't no friend In me

Down on my dick shoot I bet 
I won't  get set up by a bitch
Hit wit a fully clip I'm on dat otha shit

Ain't no sucka shit

When I Need You
Written by: Tim Lynch

It don't make no difference to me
What ever gonna be gonna be
It don't make no difference to me  (chorus)
What

home 
I be waiting by the phone
For you to get on 
I hate being alone 
but you got it and I want it 
So baby come and back up on it 
Lemme put my name

in place and ain't got no movement
Changed up the bag when I knew I was birthing these niggas and had em' influenced
Niggas gone play by the rules
I

to mama
Put a baby in her in
Niggas trying to trap you
Give her a ring
Shit fill up her whole damn hand
Make a nigga drop all his plan
Having em eating

to be enticed with jewels
Hit the Bermuda with ye get lost like a hike or cruise
Cant obtain a mane then let the point shave em like college recruits
I'm

got no time for friends
But to my niggas
Bitch it's us until the end
Pretty soon we finna win
Let em know that I just turned into the man
Watch my back

as a fountain
You know D money stay stackin' 
Caught the bitch ex nigga lackin'
So you know I hit em' from the backend
Like Ricky this nigga started runnin'
So my

smile a lot, don't let your ass get fooled by my appeal

We don't tolerate no folding, dumbass, Jitt done broke the deal
How a rat gone do the time

won't you run, run, run

This is some nice shit, straight-up, fill it with some ice, ay
You gon' see me cringe like every time I hit the spice
Need

as a child
That explains why I hit the subs in the wild
If there's liquor involved then I'm never saying no

I got stacks in my bag thats consistency
I'll get

in the frame
(Bitch)

Surrounded by bodies
I'm down in the freezer like Jack
I won't come back
I grip the tech
On my way down to hell
Put a slit in

nothing
She Said I ain't  done this before yeah say nothing
little spicy one from the Middle East
Back to bread after  blow that to smithereens
I got em all

in work
What the fuck they mad at me for
Ion touch no kids I ain't beno
Ion trip bout a bitch I delete em
Pouring red this shit by the liter
Bad bitch

sitting there rapping
Until I hit that king status
Don't chase him boy that beam catch em dont run
Don't chase him boy that beam catch him
He won't beef he

Got bottles on deck
Too yakked gotta watch where I step
Still any talk then man will get slept
One jab hit em with the right and the left
Still 2

But taking them hits on the chin, done really turned him to a king
Malcolm X when he sing

By any means necessary getting wins
He do this for the love,

only freestyle if you got a basement with Big Tigger
I played OutRun for Sasha
She proud of the boy
Told em I wasn't playing then went out and got a few

Emeril
(look it up) panama Canal shipment
Distributed to Dominican Republic
Republicans'll love it
Democrat, Arafat, Madoff
And we don't take a day off
We

your brazen maiden, boy
I’ll burn you down with you all on my body

I can show you heaven
You’ll be eaten up by eden in this bed, then
I’ll take all your

D'Prince leaving prints evidence
Ever since he rinsed the sin
Of wasting time with little men
Picked up the pen
Written again smitten again
Mental prison

and Eve she got trick by the snake
U is the same
Weak nigga reason yo ass getting gamed
Gamed gamed gamed for the pussy
Hopping on planes for the pussy