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it on the low-low
I'm not tryna start shit just saying she low-key a hoe-hoe
She sending pics of her tits, yeah I'm talking about photos
But shit, I

the pockets for the rockets, kid
Shooting bullets with my tongue
My words extendo clipped
Woah
Get my name out your mouth
What you dripping in?
Counting blues

shipment

Flip and clip it together like lego bricks
Who cares about if it's Mercedes Benz
If it get where you're goin my brother that's it
No matter

steady grinding with persistence
But we don’t know no better, chasing cheddar, just to better our existence, dismiss this
Tell me what you know about hell

up)
Talking behind my back all you can do then
Using me as a shoulder to cry on - why tho?
Did I do shitty things? Well if there’s my fault
Then I’m not

yuh, yuh, bitch
I play with her joy cons, I ain't talking switch (Nah)
I don't check the price tag 'cause I'm so rich (Fft)
You asked 'bout my girl and I

haven't bought in to the idea that you are what you look like, or your, your, your worth is termed about what your parents looks like. Or about what they

(Don't Blink)
We taking it by force
With hostile intentions
Hostile
Hostile, yeah
(Hostile)
(Councel)
(Hostile) 
(Hostile)
You don't know left from

play?
Dirty sin are within just a matter of time
Try to do it motherfucker I was handling mine
So I'ma leave it to the man put it all in his hands
I'm not

the Patek
I did what i said mother fucker give me credit
You a internet troller pussy get the stepping
Nigga tricks are for kids and we got automatics silly

pennyweight
Do me the courtesy, if you ain't talking growth start steering out my way, bitch

I ain't headed back that way, I ain't headed back, no way
I ain't

unsaid 
I'm Walking the plank 
And the sea
Be my bed 
Davie Jones dead
DUI drifting Oculus Rift 
Love who you are 
Give a fuck what you think

How We Get Down

Bad Azz

Personal Business

2001

bottle of 'gnac, you could shine
It ain't no thing, show your paper stack (check it out)
Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggas
Take money by

haven't bought in to the
Idea that you are what you
Look like, or your, your
Your worth is termed about what
Your parents looks like
Or about what they did

Against all odds its easy that this vision get cloudy
I feel like ross the way i came up with that gunplay around me
AR-1-5 It'll bleed ya wig you friendly

try to throw shade when I tell 'em it's the maid
Everywhere I go people say the same shit (What?)
Ferz are you rich? Ferz you a bitch! (Thanks)
No I'm

walking, you bout to get defeat
Enter the room when we talking, just let us speak
Takin music to a higher level cuz the rest are we weak so we

Elevate,

in my pants I’m feeling …

Beautiful

So what’s up ?

Beautiful

You looking…

Now throw your hands in the air (yeah, yeah)

Now ladies drop and grab

when you’re great
And seeing what you’ve done with yourself
In the last couple of years
I’ll keep the faith
And I’ll work for it just like you did

Yeah

Somebody save me, I'm drowning
My head is throbbing, my legs are thrashing
And my demons surround me
Demons pull me under by my feet

Curses in

a bank account
We are the ones that they talk about if it ain't cash what you talking about
Fuck up a bag never running out I'mma just stack while they run

across America
Gotta have it on the radio
Blues across America
Gotta have it everywhere I go

Now go on and show 'em what I'm talking about

Blues across

about the slaves
Now you standing there amazed
Got tell the mense what’s my name

It’s the Cape crusader young Van Riebeek
I put it down like young Van

I know what you thinking
"Why have all my brothers gonn missing?"
I aint gonn stop until im dead or in prison
just need to call up some digits
Cause