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that bag, yeah, huh, for that Jag'
I'm in the Dame switching lanes
Can't fuck with lames
They like Esco, yeah, that n**** spitting flames
Yeah, that

wrists
And these fuck niggas all be some ducks but ya
But your not 'Bo Nix'
For the niggas that thought I would be a bust no switch
Got em' pissed for they

But please dont take all of your pathetic envy,
And take your petty lame ass life out on me
Dirty Harry on the scene getting feelings hurt,
People dont

niggas stay lame, they always green
Can't trust no bitch, might set you up
Fuck around, get fucked up, turn around and duck

So watch the BD, cause your

missiles
Coming hard for the tip-top bitch, duck hard 'fore I hit you
Going hard is my ritual, yeah
You niggas moving like the bitches do, no way
Baby girl

Niggas duck smoke like a hazmat (Huh?)
Me, I been high off the rip like I backstrap (What? Jhee)

When I roll up I be blunt, so I get to the point (Yeah)

Check my wrist it's a ulysses
Went to the cooler on side da truck
What you pull out
That Donald Duck 
What's on the trailer
That's my quart ski
All

don’t wish dem good luck.
When I pull up, daffy duck.
All these so called gangsters are shook.
They be following the leader, they be following me, cause

you'll think im insane
All these niggas be bitches and goofy and lame
You in love with yo life better stay in yo lane
Cause i got some lil niggas that aim

poker cause you don't got your chips up
Money they gotta get up in order to get a bitch up
I'll call your bitch up
Then I'll get my dick sucked
You lame

to write down shit, now it's off of the brain
I remember I was on the PlayStation
I remember I was fucked up, always trippin about a lame bitch
Now I'm hot

nigga in his face and his shoes
These niggas lame, yeah, I told you that I keep my flame
This shit is hot, so if you touchin', you disintegrate
Better

They sitting like ducks
I say what I want, I don't give a fuck
Niggas for self, I was for us
Don't come back around when I'm up
Til I'm dead and gone
Til

All that bullshit, bitch I don't fuck with
Tryna run up on me, I just duck quick
Goin in and out of traffic like ya must quit
Cuz ya never gonna

way my young nigga lil' reckless,
A-Bow, bitch, I'm tryna fuck, throw that ass I'm tryna catch it,
Bitch, you ugly, you a duck, get the fuck up out my

fame, there ain't no shame
My pain, no pain, no gain So just play the game

In your own way, and it's getting kinda lame
Dabbing on my laces, I got

need my bread to keep on stacking (yuh)
I don't sip lean, I don't pop pills (that's a fact)
But yet that don't mean I'm lame, I'm just too trill (nah)
I

I seen and I stay seeing red
Niggas love chattin but ain't gettin no bread
He Get popped, he get left in a shed
Niggas is lame yall actin real sped
Yk

bitch, gon' roll my spliff
Yeah, bitch, gon' roll my spliff
Shootin', you better duck, fuck on these models, never in butt

Ammo hold the stick, he finna

homies no database
Liz and Patty charge up and I go bang
Do not compare us, nah we not the same
You haters are lame
Been Snatching ya chains
Until I get

Niggas be rollin' with me like some sixties
Look like I spanked navy, a pocket of fifties
Head down runnin' he can't duck the switch
Plottin' on hundreds

keep my blicky tucked

Bitch got the sticky touch
Telling me shit, I don't give a fuck
Reach for my chain, than you outta luck
You better Donald Duck

'bout yo' nigga, (Ouu)
You worried 'bout a lame who don't be countin' any figures
I put the whole thang in, don't give a fuck if you tip her
It's wockesha

Ye mafia rap nhi game....
Han saath me...
Koi nhi
Beat pe

Ye mafia rap ni game me
Ye fame ke naam shameless
Ye game ko krrhe lame
Aur bolte we make