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yourself or get yourself hurt
Butterfly had break out my shell first, magician I reversed the spell curse
Went to jail I was locked in a cell I'll still make

the porch (yeah), you niggas went the safe route
Stash by a safe house, money in way out (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Louis V, my shorts (ayy), swim trucks,

niggas wanna put me to test
I'm leaving them dead by the time that I put two in your chest
I'm all about my mulla mua achoro onye ga si m sorry
If you're

the Lambo with the paint
Offsets what you thank dripping paint
I go hard for a check
I'm the Rubberman like T.I. in the V.I. getting he high who can see I
I

mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much

mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much

bands
Need 300 bitches to go down my pants
5IVE in the back, I might need a Jag' (Skrrt)

Like a playground, the way I'm slidin' with that (Bitch, we

pick of my week
Shorty gonna match it she picking the beat
Ohh ohh ohhh
Way you choke in them jeans I’m dying eat
Shorty worth like four five bricks
Got

Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

our life. 
Stay quiet, know your place, this past week has been a disgrace. In temple today, you’ll not show your face! 
V32 Fanny 
I’m sorry Ezra,

Shouldn’t be any mothers crying in their beds
One,two,three,four,five,six dead
Why is there all this bloodshed
Rather spread a culture of love instead
Because

My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (bands)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my

I Get Money

Lil' Flip

I Need Mine

2007

ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I

you niggas that I'm bout it be but yall just, don't listen
Make a opp go disappear, but I ain't no magician
In the trap house, cookin' dope all up in

like a thriller
5 from the back to the one the was the killer,
4 from the sides, I am silver back gorilla
They never call me out, cuz I'm a skull crusher

tangerines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon? Doo, doo doo
A wond'rous apparition provided by a magician
Doo,

Yuh
Yuh
It's coldknightz
I got twenty four bands shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Don't even know me covered in gold, just like a trophy
I need

ALL OUT IN THE NUMBERS
(Words and Music by Armin Sabol, Published by Shiva Songs Edition)

THEY SAY THAT ONE’S THE BEGINNING AND THE VERY END
TWO IS

children, uh
Know it's a riot when I'm in the, uh
Bands up (Ugh)
I just woke up, got my bands up
Hands up (Bitch)
That's a choppa, and a handcuff
Brace us

is four for a pound
Y'all need cream
That's equivalent to a sixteen
See, when I'm rappin' I'm trappin'
Wasn't really good, well, subtract
Then I'm

always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm

see me in the
Swing I'm in my best place
Scope 4-5 and the 9 with the best aim
RIP to BIG cause he dying on his death date
Ready for mine, steady with

What It's Gonna Be

Gucci Mane

Street Certified, Vol. 1

2005

Come in to leave throwin' money high 
Don't care where it reach 
Spend 2 G's a week on haircuts 
Like 4, 5, 6 sometimes a week 
These girls petrified