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to prove i'm thugging I don't think that i was clear
Watching two twins booty bouncing in the rear
We would match with groupies but wont do a thing
If we

1, four fizzy in the air
One shot, two shot, three shot, clear
And you know that we got a transit spare
Case we gotta run up on your rear
Man don't

a little bit of action she proceeds to drop that explicit content come to the senses reveal the real in a panorama span like a movie clip moving quick

forreal they some frauds, 


I put it in her rear end, 
She get rear ended,
I was lit for new year 
Before da year ended, 

They wanna get me on a song,

we switching the gears Swear that im ballin you know That we left them niggas in the Rear i dont got time for no bitch And she trynna play dumb i dont

Shawty think I came over to fuck I'm tryna vent
FIve percent the rear shit got me hiding behind the tent
Put her on knees look like this bitch tryna

Shit, fuck, damn, ain't no bullshit here
He was tryna run off, I full clip rear
I'm the best, you the sixth man of the year
I'mma wock drinker, yeah, you

my bag, collect my cash and dip
Too many shrooms yeah, go to the moon yeah, I feel too sick
Hop in a v12, I'm about to give em hell
Anything in my rear

and I might leave you in the rear
Cop a patek, this a different type of year
All my niggas lit up like a chandelier

Tell me who the hell I'm supposed

Anytime of the month either front or rear
Anytime of the month either rear or front
Your gal really came home now I'm licking her cunt
You know I flick that

(For the free)
I do this shit for the fee (For a fee)
I'll empty the clip if you give me the green
My nigga you better pay me
I don't play bout my money

me is so rare
I might hop out with this out the rear
And you know I'm switching all my gears
And I'm running with grizzlies like bears
And my bro gone

On my Tails, Knuckles and Sonic
Rear view red and blue
Oooo
Sipping on purple
I'm sick with the flu
Oooo
Ooooo
What's in the news
What's different with me

clip let your back get blown
They can't fuck with me i got my own
I don't care about no shit you on
Im rocking tho and popping tho
You need some more i

shots go clip him
Like what I gotta relax
Talking on Grippy but who ina pack
Ten what ten shots thru the jack
Boy tried to run and got hit in his back

im Field bist
Babygirl, die an meinem Rear ist
Back vom 'bach, chill auf dem Rear-Sitz
Ich weiß, du sein gern so wie ich
Goof, ich schein so wie das

that's my heata

I tend to swerve
Cuz my  rear view
Tell me speedup
A blirp
don't mean shit
But to beat this street up

Seen trials
Go wrong
Ain't make it

the whole aura
Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips
My

with mad clips, TVs in your whips
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
Seasoned Picatti
Or Versace joints with

In the streets talking
And out his rear veiw it's like
He seen a reaper walking
Nigga wit a hoodie all you
Hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window

over there
But they don't want it over here
Cause I got forty on my hip
Thirty in the clip
I throw like twenty in your wheel
The other ten to twist your

the camera
I did in my city what
Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah)
Cash saved for insurance
Them bad days wasn't for us (Nah)
Still hood
Roach clips

police in my rear
I can, put this on Go
And me unless get smoked like some dope an' ninas
Dope an' ninas, lots of dope an' ninas, lots of dope an' ninas

Hell You Talkin Bout

Young Jeezy

Church in These Streets

2015

dope boys, that's 100 chains dangling
Real niggas to the front bitch niggas to the rear
Snuck it in wit me barrel like a bottle Belvedere
We screamin