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at least four to eat
Now that there a double date
Pick a trait
For every pretty face
I played it safe
Only way
Every welcome back got me feeling like Mase

Pick it up 
Pour a four in my cup and I sip it up
We smoking the one you ain't high as us 
Came back to the store I ain't buy enough
Yeah yeah yeah

[Recycle Bin:]
NES at the Shack is how I first got down,
Pops got a job, moved the fam to Sea-town,
Checkin' BBS's for my warez and porn,
Around this

you gotta lie for
You trippin', baby, playin' my songs
Got this hoe trippin' by my iPhone
Got a lil bitch trippin' bout a screenshot
4K cameras why I

Raise hell for my dawgs forreal
Aye

God Flow
I can send niggas to hell when i rap
Its King Quadii beat by 5z so you know its gon slap
Told him send me

and what we bout to do
Second thing is, I come to take this game and bring it to me
We gon' be here, ain't no fly by night, nigga. Gon' be here two years,

shots a melody 
Came up dead last kind of like the letter z
And all my neighbors got a felony
And all my teachers do is yell at me
But I don't know where

phone tho
One two three four calls
Don’t fw no lil green hoe I fuck den I don’t know y’all
This hoe keep playing on my phone tho
You dumb lil stupid hoe

Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Wait (mafia mula

but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is

Stopped 

B4 

They started

Left em leaking

Full o’ buckshots

Call em bloodclots

Now has beens

So 

Why notz

With a Z at the end

Like fags speak

the last of the Mohicans (mira)
Going overtime, 'til your body weakens
Got'em leaking just by the way that I am always speaking
You must be tripping if your

niggas starin’ we ain’t friends no Migos Takeoff
Know you bitches scary won’t do shit, no they won’t pop off
Unlike yo bitches titties, in the city, in

hazy 
I hate Kanye and I hate Jay-Z 
I'm in love with you Skeptik baby 
Little does she know I’m plotting her death 
I love you too girl till your very

finally hit JAY-Z direct (yeah)
I might hit up Drake, and tell him to send me the jet
I might drink Ciroc with Puff, if he send me a check (Word)
Lot

because I'm great,
Well
He better not make that mistake, he run up this 4-5 turn, nigga head to great,
Because I'm great that nigga mad because I'm great,

me mister
I just might rock this mean hat that I bought
Throw on some clean basketball shorts
Hit a Nets game, give Jay-Z dap at half-court
Then slide

No misses

Because to be relatable is boring and that's on top of the fact
That my new foreign's roaring
Theres a lion within me
Jay Z encore in

But

to the club, throw a Couple bands, double up This That jiggy shit hold up make you Wanna dance. On some freaky Damn Z he wavy Pull up to the Club, I just do this

want to lick, so I let her
Let her treat me like a letter
Two door coupe, twenty-four's
Rest in Peace to the mamba
Just like a mobster
I'm at the round

(Dog, it's a dog)
(Payback is a dog)
(Dog, it's a dog)
(Payback is a dog)

Beep beep in ma Jeep Jeep, uhuhhhh
Red ruby got thirty fours (34s)
Hard

NEXTLIFE~

Bombbeat

Hook1
Tirrel; Fall in love w/you~

PreZ-O;
Come on man,...Everybody got a story

Verse1
I was born slu footed so you know they

better move
When I come through
It's a party, everybody slide
Bad lil' bitch say she feeling my vibe
So I'm just tryna get inside
Pop a perky, I might

balled up my fists then went and beat up his
Like a fat fuck on a treadmill with a Twinkie hangin' by a fishpole
I'ma hit a lick and then run that shit