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for i ain't talkin' 'bout paper
And worldwide tours
Health is a real wealth, and happiness galore
Got a second chance, so I praise to the Lord
Do this

ungrateful ass niggas
If you don't knock it off
Better use your head 'fore I knock it off
Ayy, big bossin'
Big checks in the mail when I'm talkin'
Ayy, fly

and you
Ain't bringin' nothin' through
Always talkin' 'bout some
Other niggas, man, Fuck them dudes
How I'm famous
But I'm still committin' crime
See, they

(Uh, uh) you know I like the money
In love with the cake (Racks, money)
Fuck all that talkin', bitch
Show me what's up
I got a big 556 in the trunk

drip
They want close, static for real
Tell you the truth
These niggas faggots for real
Keep talkin', they gon' get one 'em killed
I do this shit for

clean
I call up Chris and he sent me the pack
If he talkin' down, I'ma call up my slatt
I call up Tec' and he roll up the Backwood
I'm tryna make sure my

Any nigga touch bro than
His ass gettin' clipped
(On bro) , no talkin'
Tryna leave somethin' dead in a coffin
Feel like spinnin' the opps
'till I'm

and go and tell lies
Can't see how niggas miss when they let off a hundred shots
I let off like ten of 'em, that's another nigga down
War, talkin' 'bout

through talkin to these niggas
More concerned with cheddar
I'm matured now put the two words together
Drunk driving in suburbs and
Sipping bourbon hella
I'm

your head
And leave you like a doggy
These niggas hoes and all these niggas
They just do that talkin'
Pussy, B chop out on your
Bros and I'ma hop out,

count it
I tell 'em that I cannot lose
They sleepin' on me, better wake up
'fore I kill em like why you still snooze
I am not talkin' no Percocet
When I

gedressed
Daarom voel ik je echt
I don't wanna be a player
Alles hier is gedekt
En me daden laat ik spreken
Daarom zeggen we less

I'm dun talkin like Kojo

Talkin' 'bout this and that
Listen, gunshot

(Project-Project X) , and it be
A whole lotta dickridin', fuck
Fuck, get off my dick, fuck
And niggas don't get no money, fuck
Fuck niggas talkin' bout? Niggas

Bitches beggin' me to come
I ain't tryna go (I ain't goin')
Niggas askin' where I'm from
Pull out a lot of dough (Only bands)
Talkin' shit on the stage,

to feel stranded
Leave me with a zip & a pack of
Woods all I need to live lavish
Talkin' to this microphone knowin'
I'm a real addict
40 thousand on these

We'll make it, I been some ill places
I know we're still shapin'
I'm talkin real savin'
I been some ill places
I know we're still shapin'
I swear

here hold chrome plates
And gun parts, assorted explosives
That take you out of your body
Talkin' to Jesus like Joseph
And I'll split up your skull into

that action, man i'm bringin my passion
Run 'em up from the backend
You been talkin like i'm rappin uhh
Spendin hella fee's for that weed
Yeah its really

Overseas apparel, bitch, I walked in stylin'
Might take her to Turks if she keep on talkin' islands
Twenty thousand ones, I keep dollar bills flyin'

You left the whole town talkin'
'Bout the line I'm walkin'
But they don't know the truth
I get off at eight
My day ain't been great
But I'll tell

Smith&)
Oppers be rappin' 'bout shit they shit ain't livin' (bop, bop, bop, fuck that shit)

Fuck all the talkin', hop out and off 'em (grrah-grrah)
I

and free
I no longer see that coast that I always used to see
And I think it drifted far from me
Why am I talkin' to a ghost that I've never even seen?

used to try to find your love up there, but I got lost (yeah)
But fuck the talkin', I'ma always be the one that don't run, don't run
Why you tryna love