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l'affaire on a tué 8 pythons
On veut le butin le magot sur un plateau
Donc on cogite à un putain de brako
Ouais à un putain de
Drive-by à la mitraillette

R.N.S.

Freddie Foxxx

Industry Shakedown

2000

proud to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's

official, like shotguns in hell
Burning well leaving shells, my flesh is a cell
Put both hands together and it spells
Moving over water by myself, the word

all my flows man these niggas like to copy
The way i'm spitting on this beat you think i was a fire
Caught that lil nigga by his self I guess he was

oshomo  omo toh romofin oshomo
Omo toh Nar omo pa oshomo


Emi noni oba  oshomo every day by day mo fi shomo te ru tor mo lo jo iko mo 
Everybody ma lo la

Hoody! Me'iko Aoussa : Meka takama ika niggaziw kan
4-4-2 tiki taka Barca, nigga kow ka kalan outside, yeah
OG be yaala la, yan b'iko Westside
Gun fili,

the crow is never clean
This is me telling you where I came from
Bridgetown Buddha Man Vel n Lizzies Son
Bodybag or jail if you live by that gun
Never jumped

grind
I've been lo lo to long bet my time is money 
So don't waste that shit hit my line
Keep hustling til mi la familia is fine

I might just cop me

ay baby
I conceded in your eyes la-lady
Sort of feeling multiply my age yeah
I conceded for the only bit of meaning I know

Burnt cigarette lent cold

(Intro)

Laa, la, la, la, laa, laaa
Laa, la, la, la, laa, laaa 

(This is a Noodles Production) 

(Verse 1)

I need my friends, need help

a mothafuckin Monday
Why my bitch bad like she walking on a runway
Kobe with the shot nigga you don't want the gun play
Ya, side note
You was never one my hoes

house, get a mortgage
I need some glory, I feel like I'm Morgan, no Freeman
I drop a new song, all my fans know they geekin'
Might go to L.A. and crash

doing fraud
Exposing the fakers that's the type of shit that I be on
And just like the Lakers I'll make LA my home like LeBron
Balling got my weight up

not only where I'm from it's everywhere I go
From Atlanta to Chi Raq from the boot to LA
You ever seen a 4yr old laying in the street's
Hit by a stray

fuck! That's my son
K'hana ke nna wa ho mo laela ka re a dizz-e Robocop
A foforeya lyrically like, mmoko wa sonoblom
I got myself a gun like Jay Z nigga I

around my bitch, or would you screw the shorty
Niggas want shit from me but can't do nothing for me
I need a millie by 30, I need a billie by 40
Man I got

Known to throw a fit if that shit don't go my way
Look him in the eyes 'fore I hold my gun sideways
Howli kaar yaara ethe kaabe la leh gaddi tu
We gone

Been through a lot of tests, cannot be beat
Dame la yesca, I am the best around
Come take my crown
Fuck all these fakes that be rapping right now
Fuck

at me

We come to party, now you missin' guns
It's not Baccardi, it's a different rum
All my roadies split your gum like we sharin' a Doublemint
Only

by a code 
My silence a secret l
To Hoover 
I swear I believe 
What you teaching 
You ain’t made for the gang
You Just better get out 
Sit down 
Go

find my chair  


Police popped my son for some pop rocks and a twisler


He back out now
 He rocking crown now
Taught him the game got him a check 
Las

a brutalize these bitches like the name is La Llorona

See my silhouette, the closer it gets, it means your time is over
Keep the gun up in the holster, rather

sure the family's in place and let the music unwind
I got plans to take charge like major outlets
Ride around the country chillin' in my LA Express

since then playing my part
Life’s going by like Neptune, take it in no test tube
Blessed up, spittin at you, some of these old lines vault shit little