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but respectfully I gotta mind my manners
She elegant when she throws it like a dancer
You know that you'll get anything that you want
Talkin' all your

flying in a jet, can't imagine what I said
Got a call from your ex, now i'm getting jet head
Call it a slumber party cause I might get some bed head
Waking

fuckin trap if you ain't gonna blow
Call me Progressive the way that I gotta Flo
You a soft ass bitch like the snow
Bitch, bleed
You're a fuckin pig, what

the booth
I'm drinking Him and juice like it's goose, yeah
Take that collar off your neck and get loose
In Him we live and move
Just think Tom Cruise
What's

like Aqua
I'm not talking about water
Said she got it all from her mother
Now I'm tearing down the daughter
And now she wanna call me daddy
Taking care

Yeah
Uh
Juliano DaApe
Ima show yall why they call me DaApe man
Check it. Yo
Yo I ain't gotta move a muscle I could let my thunny spark em'
Hawk em'

To the motherfuckin' floor
With your hands on your heads

This shit gon' be quick and easy
Nobody gotta get hurt
Just listen close
Ay, ay, ay, ay
All that cash, bitch,

Wanna build homes for people that living vacant
Gotta steal thrones from teachers who didn't make it
Gotta seal fates from people like a plastic bag

memories
Rolling up some blunts
While I'm thinking up symphonies
Get high off our asses
Then it's off to some random beach
I wonder what adventure
We'll be

da mitten tryna get it by tha thumb nigga
Flint town where I'm at yea I love ma city
I get love in da hood yea they fuck with me
It's mandatory if I

to my right or my left
Yea its quiet as kept but I know you a petty lil thief
Yea hold on to dem stripes you cant get em off me
You My dawg in dis life I

(Yeah)

Think love, and think drugs, and they're the same thing inside
And we struggle, or get enough, but it's the same thing
Burn holes in

I aint gotta rest no more 
I know Its kinda hard for me to humble 
The anger inside of me burning inferno 
Wait 
Damn It Im a loose it when I come

time to get things started
Three thousand years we have been waiting, buried in the sand
But when we found out about this thing it was time to change

only get one
After that one believe me when I say it's over and done

Sitting back reminiscing on those who had crossed me
Fuck the friendship we had,

something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get

Killin' all the robbers, lord protect the trappers.
Bitch, go wit his move, we gon' get at ‘em.
I want my money, fuck yo' problems, I'm like

plausible if you put your thoughts on wax/
 nothing louder to the ear than when you hear the drums of  open tracks / 
 in fact it's simple since we like

it out the mud just like a farmer do, I
Turned twenty-five where Pac died, so absorb my work
If I get arrested, know my lawyer Bob Odenkirk
Tired

Always know me and my strap out, nina got temper, she tantrum and act out,
Keep you a dancer, & beat the freak back out,
Come get with the team, aint no

on longevity
No one can come after me
Where's a chancer?
Bring it to the streets like a dancer
Every day I try to level up, it's a must
Gotta get my rank up,

on the way
Exotic dancer threw it back and now we go all the way
We got c notes I ain't talking bout no dot with a tail
If you didn't catch my drift I might

Coochie Coochie

Hi-C

The Hi-Life Hustle

2003

just want to be loved
By a ballin-ass nigga on dubs
To wine her and dine her and - give 'em hugs
To get they ass up out that club

When you slide up

bitch wylin hit decline My bitch text where you at and Why 
Getting money my alibi
Take a chicken to the strippers , Throw it up and watch it fly
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