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fuck up my cool
Don't scuff up my shoes
Don't touch on my jewels
I'm playing to win but I'm willing to lose
My hands on her body I touch like masseuse
If

it's all up to me

Put it in my hands nobody can handle it better than me
Smiling with a glock in my pants because I know someone out there is plotting

to get it
She wanna twerk twerk twerk acting freaky but forgetting
I'm the type to hand her roses flowers gardens filled with children
I'm a rabbit out

the things I do, the direction I'm headed
Still tryna figure out the code along the way
I got real shit poppin', don't even need to cop it
Still wakin' up

I'm knocking his shell off
Pull up to the scene I turn it to a hell of
I know all your secrets I know who you're scared of
All of these niggas is who

I switched up the hustle
Lames got exposed now I know the truth
They say sky the limit I knew
I could I do better so I cut off the roof

You scream

Just gave your little bitch emergency dick
Now her condition is critical (Uh)
Call up big bro he coming right now
He got some shit that get rid

rock
What I aint blow a bag for
No longer cook
Uber eats or the dash hoe

Im getting bread
But i dont got no cash though
Hit up the bank
Now look who got

a dream I was counting up dividends
I had a dream I was counting up racks
Got it out the mud, the city on my back
Stack it up, stack it up
Stack it up

a couple niggas that will run up on you
Take yo shit and give ya shit away
I know a couple niggas that will run up on you
Do a hit and they gone get away
Im

to the floor now
Make it drop, wanna see ya get low now
OK, everybody to the floor now
Make it drop, wanna see ya get low now
Grab somebody by the hand
Somebody

Knuck if you buck
You ain’t up you ain’t cut if it’s up then it’s stuck
I’ll beat a nigga up we can Knuck if you buck
Got hands on deck like Kimbo slice

getting money
Ain't no catching up
Spicy Spicy
I'm so spicy I'm so spicy
Spicy Spicy
So so spicy So so spicy
Coming up with a master plan
Rubbing my hands

If you wanna get my time
You better pay up, baby
You better pay up, baby
And if you interrupt my grind
You better pay up, baby
You better pay up

I'm on a mission finna bang yo line
Pick it up pick it up girl
We finna kick it til the sun don't shine
Live it up live it up girl
Bring ya friend

right I got a boss bitch
FN open up a sucka nigga like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
Runnin' rose up 'bout a hunnid K, that's

phantsi
Angeke sa suka sine nkani
Kuyoze ku buye abaphantsi

Step back
Now your tym is up
Everybody in the city
Put your hands up
Im putting lot of pressure

wasn't even bad enough

I told a shorty, man, go on and just pack it up
Now I'm gettin' all this cash,  watch me  bag it up
Sippin' on the lean shit, got

it's nothing. We put our hands up and they still shoot for nothing
Me and my niggas on go. No time to rest, we just doing these shows. Stacking our cash,

none
And you can bet it like it's 10 to 4
Ayy, T.T. got that pack in here, strut it Up
Put a hand on me and this bitch and We gon' swirl you up

Wave your hands back to front
Let this music change your mood
Pull up, hop the horn
The party don't stop till the break of dawn
Flashlight, rock the spot

got time to be worryin' about you bitches
Can't get out my face
I'm just tryna run up a bag
I ain't got time to be worryin' about that
Okay,

I'm not

doubt about the South
Saying no rhymes, just beats
But continuously bringing the heat
While hold a hip-hop by the hand
While others portraying that it's

If I wake up and got no perks
I end up gettin' upset
I'm a magician in my kitchen
I can teach you a trick
I turned to Pontiac to a Porsche
Just by