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appropriate for a African king
Girl you right girl you can be my African Queen
And we can raise some babies that are blacker than we
Blacker than me
Move em

Carry into a new fold
Where society is going pro
Where the cons are actually as cold as snow
Season change go row by row
Till they all go blow by blow

saying Dad, it's morning! I'm ready to go! 
What are we gonna do? What are you gonna show me 
Foster couldn't wait to see what it was and to experience it

outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up,

every little drop
Fly to Thaila, will go live just try to
With tight pants, so she could show off the spine behind her
She fine but finer, is the dime

between
I hit it, then quit it, then passed to the team
These bitches is green
Bout to say fuck it, start sipping some lean
Gotta get get money, I live by

and stealin jobs
While they can't write code
Coked up CEOs be riding it's chode
Tech bros
Be blowin' their load
Bittah Desperados boutta go retro
So ya know we

the Glock can't solve
This a hit it circulate it revolves back around till all you niggas fall
Team in motion no we never gone stall
Walking tall two by four

It's G-dot, R-dot, R-dot, girls run rap and all that, and all that, word, and all that
Yeah
I said, too much talent with me, I'm undervalued nigga, I

(Wassup wassup)
Yeah, you know we on the come up (Come up)
(Wassup wassup)
Think we went stupid, we’ll go dumber
Got Savage On the Beat, straight making

clap they hands
Cause the flow go rat-a-tat-a-tat oh man
Think we got a problem calling Houston
The game's full of substitutes
These ni**as real teachers

gon' hold y'all down, y'all live in our memories forever
We never gon' let y'all go
I, can't, breathe, no, more (We not remembering y'all death

pay me

I'm so fucking critical of my shit
I don't need no give it all up
Please don't be a fucking cockblock
Blast off to Houston
We got a fucking

Will I slack or will I slide? I guess that we gon' see
She feel the, frequency so she freak with me
I insert it inside like a DVD
I know her panties drop

And start tazin family
We put holes in skins
Them man are some grazing family
I drop so much shit
Them man are still straining family
Boy Better Know, I'm,

for you yet another encore. 


Welcome to my masquerade ball 
Names are names and faces are shields.
Who are we to question why.
 But I will not blame

We livin' that Life
Yeah
Lock the fuck in nigga
Or get locked the fuck out
Gangsta Shit
Sunday afternoons Just watching ceiling fans
Go round complex

Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and  eat green like sebi
 Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
 This

saw him breathing, dad was fiending for help
Too immature to understand the mental demons he held
Daddy, daddy, where you go, you know we all miss you

steady playing while we fleeing the scene
cnd we can take it back to my crib and stack like a mattress and go to sleep
Or we can take it down every street

Z-Ro Lyrics

Mo City Don Lyrics

(*talking*)
Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw,

ain't repost could go to hell no likes or saves
Give my cuts from them collabs or you is bound to catch a case
This is stand up, we laugh
You use wrong r

Victory

Juneya

A Tribute to P. Diddy

2003

somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two

Wanna play with me like a new toy?
It's cool with me, I'm a rude boy
Influenced by Houston
So when I chop it up, you screwed boy
Think you fly, shoo boy