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I said I'd be there by seven fifty I didn't L I E baby
I meant the Li V baby
Big blick in the cockpit navy baby
The shoes and the dope in the V off

I'm Mr. Stack in my jeans NIKE, No Alexander and McQueen
I'm Mr. I match the fit with the beam Victoria, Ari, Celine
Out in LA, I met up with Sulena

counting green I feel like a lil vegan
I don't even try to put on I do this when I'm sleeping'

Mr. Put that fit on again
Y'all know the name so don't

getting wet and I'm makin' it rain
Sipping gin with the set
And popping champagne
Celebrations for the money
Cause we gettin' it clean
Job well done
But

wilding like they Mr. Crocker
White bitch got that cake like she Betty Crocker
Got some head from yo bitch (Huhn)
Then I blocked her (Yeah)
Then I blocked

Big EBE shit nigga
You know how the fuck I'm rocking man
AOV till the day I decease fuck niggas talking bout
Mr. Get beat with the what, Mr. Get beat

(Everybody says that I’m a monster)
(Mr. God Tier)
(Mr. God Tier)
(Everybody says that I’m a monster)
(Yeah, hey, hey)
If you’re gonna talk then say

America

Society

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon' keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin'

You gon OD on the codeine n i don’t want a part of it
Psycho psycho yeah i might go away
If she’s high by night i might just go by day
Oh babe you

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

Aye
You've been hurt before, said you even done
But I'm gon keep on trying Imma show you I'm the one
I wanna one on one, I'm gon show you right
I

waya oo oya comot there
My body na fire na you go tire
Enjoyment with Mr just dey waya oo oya comot there

So for your informate your informate
I believe

comot there
My body na fire na you go tire
Enjoyment with Mr just dey waya oo oya comot there

So for your informate your informate
I believe government

though
Sales goin up
And I’m feelin’ like I’m Chapo
Grabbin’ by the O
I ain’t feelin like a deego
Bad catties on my line fuel my ego
Freaky lil ting got

up 
Don't care bout 
Ya uncle ya brother ya cousin 
Nigga i'm dumping 
Back in the stu 
Turn me up on the speaker 
Shutout Mrs.G 
She was more than

a marble floor, uh
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh
I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo
Wait, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Gotta live by the code never  trust these hoes get you some money go buy you a house lil nigga before you go buy some gold getchu some bread go take

lil bitty single
Eh, that shit just slapping a little
& i love when a bitch taste like skittle ooh
I pop a bean, Mr. Bello!
I love rapping but i hate

a motherfucker with a deadline
Three months go by
Six months go by
Still no reply, lil' bro

Blind sighted can't see no more
I love you but I don't at the same

need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You

Set It Off

Juvenile

Greatest Hits [Clean]

2004

steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'

Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You

the game is my bitch with no pause
I done came in it raw, shortly after that's when a lot of rappers came in the door
Well, is that feeling awkward of course

by one
Terrified when she see's daddies truck pullin' up
He sees her, flips the fuck out, gets some shit from the truck out
Marches past, swings

'em)
You ain't help gettin' none of these racks (uh-uh)
I ain't got shit for you, don't ask (don't ask)
That lil' bitch did me bad (boom), I wish we