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Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya 
Nigga make 'em say na-na-na, don't trip 
After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-na na-na

When I met dude, I told dude
Yeah, you sayin' you won't fuck with me but
You know, we don't need to have no contract
You know, if I don't keep it

up bras-cause they flat
Hot ones then most now fat
My innocence at night
That shit went fast
By band room class
Exes liked it in the grass
Never had

yeah
Uh, and Joba mix it by the weekend (yeah)
No street shit, borderline genius (woo)
Borderline freakish, dye my hair greenish
Style so geekish in

a check
Don't start no shit won't be no shit!
I said fuck the world but we don't care

Man we threw molly to the models
Then suicides on that rarri'
Like

mean
I won't hesi' to pop a bitch
Give her one more chance
I'm on the "dick-poppin" shit
IT'S OKAY! No, I'm sorry
I'm just poppin shit
I don't do them

Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya 
Nigga make 'em say na-na-na, don't trip 
After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-na na-na

brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look

Loc, no joke, no!
Let me see you wave yo' hands in da' air!
And wave em' like you just don't care!
Let me, hear ye say loc is the man
Loc is the man it's

Twice Inna Lifetime

Black Star

Black Star [LP]

1998

a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggas just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season

the bands now
I don't like rap cause they do it wrong
I'm isolated cause I cannot take
This shit no more
Laying in my bed now, feeling kinda dead now
Money

These niggas be weird they don't go no bands
Move by myself I don't have no other friends
Kick shit rock lee niggas be in my way
All I know is count money

My Pet Snakes

Jenny and Johnny

I'm Having Fun Now

2010

with me?)
Talk a lot of shit but you would never start a fight
(Fantasize about killing me)
God it makes me queasy when you smile
(Through your

Money by the boatload
I know why these hoes actin' nice
'Cause I'm a rich guy
Be my own shit, let that shit fly
Takin' trips off the Percs, I be sky

You can see the money from a distance
Teach her how to roll kush and handle business
Blow it by the pound, you niggas still pinching
Makaveli bands

dont exist
Why you tryna start you don't want to meet my stick
God damn

9:16 but I'm still getting bands
Get out of here with your fake tan
Your girl

much finish all the
Shit that you started, uh huh
Focused on this because I
Think they disarm me
I shoot this bitch all by myself with no army
Before I

me whip you, no discussion
russian girls wanna suck my dick, i don't speak russian
trapping by the london eye im from london

money mood, all day 
shit

don't bend
I'ma still love weed and money until the end
Real nigga shit please help me start this trend
And if you got a club don't let no fuck niggas in

I'm the one ballin', so when I start talkin'
You don't got no option, you better shut up (shut up, yeah)

Let me hold some cash, can you cover

Mama said, don’t be no killer,
Don’t get killed tho, 
Try to kick me while down, 
Better have on steel toe, 
Sometimes the weed don’t be enough, I

five bands
Wasting my time I ain't your hype man
Treating me like nothing now I'm standing by the nightstand
Broken, I feel the pain all start to soak in

to start your day
You wake & count your bands
Count them blessings in your hand
Pray you make it through
Do that shit again
Way to start your day
You wake

shit don't care no cost
Bitch i got them credit cards
Driving in a coup got foreign cars
Iced out watch my time don't start
Bitch i got bands I'll buy