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against us realest
Shit like the boys locker room
Got your mind molested
Get your mind attested 
Assessed by a non-biased 100 OG of the game
Otherwise you

want me to hit em 

These niggas got my back if a nigga fidget and I lift a finger they spinning 

I don't play when it come to my business 

Your ten

daughter stressing
Searching my soul
I gotta know the fucking lesson
I always got the broads attention 
I get em wet 
With the same finger that start

just met met
Bitch I'm from the south watch ya damn mouth
For you get your ass kicked (Out) got a big mouth
Low key like crisp
I got some heat in

IC IC

St. Lunatics

Hood Hop [Clean]

2004

lookin' kind of tight but you act too fly to me.
Push this thing in ya' mouth and right before I nut I pull it out and get ya E-Y-E.
Now you know I go

neck I'm leavin' ponds where I step
Hit up Davie's 'n' get some tendies and fries
Mealworms up in my food 'n' I ain't even surprised
Pull up to Kwik Trip

to get out the country[00:42.60]Just come and suck it, fuck it got it covered[00:44.46]Lil white bitch say she don't like coloreds[00:46.72]But she fucking

at 'em, and tell 'em that they're rotten inside
Spoiled by the insecurity and awful with pride
In the prison of your ego 'til you probally die
Ironically,

that man I get to the bag
But that nigga Shadow...
He hit me up...
He said Dub man lets
Gon head and drop this tape on em...
I said shit lets get to it

leather please watch where you touch
back on my bullshit i don't give a fuck 

stuck by my morals i did it my way
nothing moves forward til i tell em yay

wit that bag imma flip
I get live for them pesos
Taken trips to the A for the payroll
Oh and we got them cakes by case loads
Something put away in

Yeah toast to the truest moments I've had with you
Not saying I miss 'em I'm just joyful we did it yeah

Whoa
Let's get it popping in the mansion

One mo’ chance? Nigga there ain’t no chance
Same goes for the hoes they get two mo’ (Shit)
Neck long so i call lil mama Kuzcoooo
I’ont ball out in

my paper 
& go out my way & do all kinda favors
I got her thinkin she gone get up on me
Then by the weekend, left her by her lonely 
I be outta reach I

on the wrist
That's that big bitch
When I come out the gate
I'm the one with play
I move with a hit stick
They think its a game
My life out the frame
Don't get

complain
They hit me up to chill and my response is that I can't today
I'm locked up in the lab just like a rat to get these anthems made
I've been cooking

Biles wit that bag imma flip
I get live for them pesos
Taken trips to the A for the payroll
Oh and we got them cakes by case loads
Something put away in

THE WRONG ONE 
SMALL PISTOL 
THEN I HIT EM WIT THE LONG GUN RUSTE 
J U 
DOUBLE X
FIRE AT HIM 
HE CLAP BACK 
WIT DOUBLE TECHS REFLEX
DUMPING IN YA GRILL NOW

from belly
Don't give a fuck bout nothin, I'm petty
Hit your bitch from the back, now she calling me daddy
But I won't save her, she want me sadly
Mane

Trynna get my soul in balance
I don't know a challenge
When it comes to talent I'm in a league by myself
You said you put ten thousand hours in I put

that
Like WOO!
Model 3, Model S
Cybertruck, Model X
Model Y, why not get em all
I need that
Autopilot hands on the wheel
But the seats back
No engine

they ah snake you out just to win
This lil bitch she love sucking dick she love blowing shit like the wind
Stand up over his shit and grin let em off

man, I give it to you sensually
Life's just a game, but the clock run out eventually
So shoot your shot, you tryna score, girl I can get you a three
I

fiends, stay true, get money, and that's
By any means I'm zoned out, she talk a lot but don't say anything, I zoomed out the parking
Lot, this shit like 50