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Ay Tee pass me that coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know a girl more ran through than a pair of bowling shoes
Would've thought I paid the bitch by how

the toolah
If it's drive-bys in the winter your whip really gon' need a tune up
Yeah, goddamn, yeah
Oh what type of weed I'm smoking?
Man this shit exotic, you

BITCH…

(NIGGA WHATEVER THEW FUCK I WANNA GO BY)

BE DONE BENT THE BLOCK WITH BENT

WE IN A BENT FUNNA SLIDE ON BITCHES…

CUT A BITCH LIGHTS…..WE TUCKED IN

side up your 
Sun don't chill cllah
E-40; Biggie Small
Downtown city hall  
Dog Pound kitty call
Face mob mind trick 
Watch face Three Six 
Tik Tock

She really got my name tatted right by her
Boobies
She wanna go and play this game, shit let me
Focus
Got off-white on her sneaks, but her car, white

Sneakin' In

The Coup

Steal This Album

How we gon' get in for free? 

Now, I calculate the beatin for approximated speakin 

Play it at your party for intoxicated freakin 

One for

was dressed by Bloody O
These bitches wanna' play no mistletoe
I'm in my hood with my Ricky O's
Gotta' step in my hood with my Ricky's on
But I ain't

get is the news
Waiting with choppers in front of your school
He need a dot we don't play by the rules
Whoopty houndin'
She fell in love with a gang

What what what, don't catch a fucking fade
What what what, yeah alright okay

Your face is looking punchable please let me test it out
Where is

flubber shit
I'm so mob, I don't love no bitch
I just love my bread, first I love my kid
A little dink on head, my niggas guts real
They be itching to kill

lab, I feel like I'm Dexter
Your shooter pussy
He ain't finna protect you
I'm the one that took Carlito by Hector
You let him rob you so how can I

Who Could It Be

Guerilla Maab

Resurrected [Screwed & Chopped]

2002

H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't want to step to us, you

Stack Your Grip

Doja Click

Speed Kills

that you made it so they tryin to fade it
Suckas scheme for the cream
You in the game, better play it

Chorus x4
Stack your grip
Don't trip off no

Yeah, Klan, Free RahRah
Woah, woah, let's go
Mob
Woah
Let's go
(Bankroll Got It)

Money go hand to hand, don't fuck with middlemen, before I

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

fuckin' am

I can take off at any second
I could rock out with any weapon
You play with the pack, then we get to steppin'
You playin' with the mob, then we

we love em' on the road now
Claimin' that you Christian
But you never cracked your Bible
Tell me how you gonna go into
The world and make disciples
If

still think about me
Do you still think about me
If we go anywhere in the mental
As the wind blows down by the lake
The austin mini me just a little
Got

naughty
Put the beam on a nigga ask Scottie
Here put this bag in your stomach, nigga, potty
.223 shells ain't carryin' no shotty
Got Shanaynay in

dernière année que je suis en galère

(Yeah)
Twevlyy hover for the soft spot
Young nigga from a hot block
That'll pop shots at your pop drop
Play these

to motel to sleeping on the beach
drinking cheap wine laughing at you slurring your speech

Jehst:
Pop the cork fill a glass, Anthill Mob with the illest

he a donor to them kids, that be rap
Talkin' like he got it, you'll make everything happen
Stunna Mouliani taking orders like the mob niggas do

Subdividing just as soon
Uncontrolled, the flash-mob uncontrolled
A flash-fire briefly fueled by rage or wrath
Oh, reality now dull
Oh, the image more beautiful