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Lemme get back to this chick
Lil' mama thick baddest I done seen before
Extensions fall down to her heel, 32 inch
Shit almost touchin' the floor
But

Khaled in this muhfucka' (Honey! Honey!)
Might as well roll another blunt (Get Money! Money!)
Start my day off high
It's only up from here
They gonna ask

Explain Myself

Hopsin

The Growing Process

2015

on, bitch, I been gone
I finger these hoes till I get carpal tunnel syndrome
I rap like I don't wanna go back in that basement
Cook up murder

racks)
Lil' bro just caught him one and
He got the job done (Ayy)
Sleepin' in his bushes
Get it turnt up like the sun (Like the sun)
Brand new stolen

what
The fuck I gotta talk for
I got the cash up in the stash
Paroles in the back
Police get behind us then brodie
Go do the dash bitch i'm
My eyes is

Everyone think I'm just quirky
Some used to call me a cripple
But even though my head is murky
I'll be up little by little by little by little by little by

no
Realize I don’t get emotional
I made up my mind so long ago
To love you far past the end of the road
So I just wanna let you know
Do what you gotta

I'll do what I gotta, to get what I want
Won't scare me with a flex or a taunt
Man must be tough, never enough
Said too much shit on this mic to be

What the hell is mental health
When you brown or you black
Ain't no help for colors
So we stay where we at
See ya brothas die young
Victim to the gun

and said the world is our trap. So now you gotta come to us if you want some we young guns, make that fame easy to attain for these lame sons, make that

the gun I tote
Owe me a 20 like way in the past
Fuck with my cast, we gone put you on blast
Get the money like shit at last
Rob that shit, see it

the cookies by the pound n**ga
Smoke the gas by the ounce n**ga (yeah)
Roll it up and burn it down n**ga (yee)
I'm getting head on a private flight (suck it up

forget Lil Head
Damn near lost my mind trying to stack this bread
Said fuck it I'ma go and get some more instead
I can't put my gun down sleep with my

I am TheHxliday

Yeah feel it get hot by the Fahrenheit
Did me wrong baby
But I'll do you fair tonight
VVS 1's up on your neck like a carousel
They

Topfivee
Yeahh
They pull up they hop out the shooting my niggas is wilding they outa control
We get to the bag get to that money dinero that's all

Right Hand Man

Christopher Jackson

Hamilton: An American Musical [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

2015

just lost the southern tip and

Boom

We gotta run to Harlem quick, we can't afford another slip
Guns and horses giddyup
I decide to divvy up
My

come in Ain't showin' up in the party if I can't sneak my gun out for a real slammer
Catchin' niggas livin' quick, we quit the soul snatchin' Bullies

Yuhh… Tec... triple threat... lets go
Straight up I'm the mothafucking lone wolf
Straight up imma get ya ass slow cooked
Straight up I'm the crook

fun
I can't really trust hoes, only in love with my gun
And she keeps playing games, like I am not one
I'm finna pop multiple pills, not one
I'm tryna

I'm cooking up some cupcakes boo, yeah
Pipe it up, but we gon wait till the sun down
Watch your mouth when you speak 'fore you get run down
Stay flexing

Huh
Mayday
Payday
Gotta get it
He ain't bang bang
Aye
Run around you like a marathon
Bitch I'm double clutch
Like a pair of guns
Bitch ill double clutch

run it man with no gun in hand "Mr. Up To Trouble" like you understand
Me and depression are becoming friends
Im a clever kid
But I'm feeling clueless

swinging straight from the hip
Big gun
Fuck nigga play he'll get flipped
Smoking on gas, I be high like a blimp
Pull up on his bitch, I'm fucking then dip

Say he's back now chea
State property 2 (SP2)
Let's get it it's different
Shit I came up in Charlton off tickets and addicks
I ain't talking about no