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Dawg don't pop up, he must be shadow banned in his hood
Used to go to school with pape', I had a band just because
Raised in the wilderness, I wonder

stayed down, then, I came up (yeah)
I ran up them racks, I ran up my bucks
By the look in her eye, I can tell she wan' fuck
No she ain't gotta change,

Nice With It

Northern State

All City

2004

And I ride a wild buck through the streets of Brooklyn
We travel and we roam, we're an American band
Where I lay my head's my home with my american man
I

makin' a band
That talks and storms upon forsaken lands
So when approachin' bring your
Best shit wit you
When I break it down you can
Take the rest wit you

mac
Gimmie my cheese
On yo knees
Baby please
Nigga by I'm too high
You blow that shit ima blow yo mind
Take your time fall in line
Bitches ain shit

Big bands on me ready for vacation 
30 bopper keep it on me send that boy to satin 
Pocket watching but its by the belly like a apron
Dope deals she

smoking a J 
Wait on the climax 
Don't be disturbed by how it is cuz it's just like that 
You twist on the pole to feed the kids 
But it's just like that

it

She was stuck in her past so we ain't have a future
Had me blinded by ass til I seen that we were

On two different levels a buck would make her

I was down on my luck
Stuck down to my last buck
EBT had to run it up
Eat eat eat where my lunch
Checks checks check I need a bunch
Feel the rush

god might
I was makin bread I'm sorry ma I ain't come home last night
50 Bands yeah now we talkin I'm makin cash I'm catching flight to flight

Yeah

I am
Burnin' bucks mo bands
Always been the MO since the start of this
And now I'm on a mission like I'm Optimus
Aye

We gon turn the crib into a club

fans/
I had the raps, ain’t got the bands, we finna jet, visa in my hand/
Coming through, we the shit, Canada, here we is/
Me and bro, we get it in, bring

praying
If my girl don't kill them I'm staying there wit more drummers than a band
Might pull up in a van
Blow once blow twice
Toe tag black bag and a tube

like a couple bands
Hold up do you seen him wait I think Lyric coming
Coughing while I'm puffing hitting hard like a concussion
Got a pocket full

just want some sex
Tell get some sense
Me I'm chasing susses
And I came along way from them buck beds
No more stopping now
We run reds

Iv seen a lot

still keep it a buck 
Pick him out like pumpkin patch then we gon cut him up
Like what
I'm living it up
I'm coping an cudi then crashing a truck
Like what

you get no bands
I like white bitches who get money Lindsay Lohan
I do all my dirt, all by my lonely, can't trust no man
If that nigga see you and he

Let me go
Ight
Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh
Red Buck
All in
My
Uh uh
Yeah yeah

You do not know bout the shit that we did
Walk in up
And we hitting your

have to think twice
Right a couple wrongs
Gonna have a good life
Me and you together
We taking out the big bites
Big bites
Big bucks
Get a big bag
Boutta

new micasa aye, whipping that pot like it's pasta aye
She say that money talks, band on me conversate (God damn)
She wanna get high today, don't give

I'm tired of bitches, with this internet shit
Y'all ain't never outside, y'all don't never do shit
Next bitch flex bands, next bitch getting

on
Focused on
Focused on bands
Out by the summer
Ay kick my feet up
Kick my huh
I was just ridin' round town
In that mufuckin' what
Ay gave it away
I ran out

gon' talk but you know they won't buck
If you're down on your luck then it's time to turtle up
And I said what I meant take it back bitch what?
But you

ain't stupid when you got a gun actin like cupid
Hand all inside your fuckin waist band
Actin like you's a fuckin big man
You ain't got shit on the lokest