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if you ain't independent, stay yo' ass at home

Aki slide down blowin' fully switches like they saxophones (brrt)
Talkin' bbout he missin',

wait until

The only issues you're facing

I used to jack and nap now I clap and clap. Personal assistant, assisting with the ass and tits I used to not have

Girl's

that's a thing in the past
Today I'm trying to do right, but karma's chasing my ass
My pops was a killer, so my judgment was clouded
To be a doctor,

ass feeling
Weird ass feeling
Love, love, love, love
This feeling is unmatched
I drained it down with some Jack
Just to ease my soul
And roll this boat

the mic I start spittin' and the whole crowd move back fast
I'm a kill the Mike like pain pills killed Mike Jack (damn)
If you can't rap keep your ass

No, I'm Alexander—he's no Alexander. I'm the best ever.
There's never been anybody as ruthless.
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one

I got Bad bitches yammering
When I hit wit the hammer
And grip on that ass
Slam it in
Have em limping staggering
Filming smut
Without the cameraman

days and wake up
That must be nice
Come back with a bottle of Jack
And some weed in a sack
Tell you I'm gonna tap dat ass
Did I move too fast?
I know

by this stalagtite
You can run it back and catch a can of the act right
Whole squads full of bad decisions
But we still making plays go from rags

know
Like bitch you dead ass
Cut my mans off the elevate
That was my right hand
Choppa on my hip
To strike ah nigga like some lighting
Niggas think I'm

wanna let em know
You can hit em wit the badda bing badda boom
Ya feel me
My squad might wanna jack yo ass
Pull up on you n attack yo ass
Matter of fact

jacks want flash
And a gay little coon to shake his ass for some cash
While yo ass brag about what kind of car you driving
Flashing all them diamonds we

I'm tied to this shit I feel like a lace
He a bum ass nigga got nowhere to stay
I'll walk a nigga down leave em' dead broad day
Glock it hold bout' 50

Grohl ass kind of drone
Get a song of your own
Smoked you with no thyroid hormone
When it's all said and thrown
I have a stone
You're grown fucking

and that lil bitch on go mode
I don't like niggas, so I be going ghost mode
Big ass clip and the clip cinematic
I got a big ass Glock in the attic
You

Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
He's the police nigga, talkin' bout some murders
Why the fuck y'all keep on trolling
I sent a band just to get him

please stop smoking crack
Oh wait, my cousin stopped molesting
Trip your ass on my stairs ascending
HIV bitch, you couldn't prevent me
Knife in your side,

saw (Saul) my future, guess I wasn't a good man (Goodman)
Motherfucker, shut that shit off Let me kill shit
Real shit, you ass
That's the only way you

blown like a bagpipe
While another bitch tongue eat my ass like
Bitch like my shit don't stink bitch that's right
Hmmm that's right, hmmm that's right
I'm

came, we hid the keys, like Jigsaw, we trappin' Ps
We pop out like Jack, put niggas in a box, nose felt the beam
How you switchin' on your team? Give bro

glock
I use to be on the block at a young age thuggin was tryin to get money at 13
At 14 caught my first charge i was sellin some water i dip me a jack

Meat Cleaver

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector

2013

and pick it apart, sick when we get in the car
Yeah, now better do it, grr, Imma rip right through 'em
Cut 'em in half, butter that ass when I chew 'em,

I know a girl by the name of Rita
light skinned Puerto Rican, I call (MIRA)
the way she moves i can't ignore
shes a porno flick on the dance floor

No Diggity [All Star Remix]

Dr. Dre

No Diggity [#1]

1996

good lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte