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school, kick in the door to the trap
Buss off a perc think I need a lil' nap, Treat 'em like Ricky get hit in your back
These bitches be lyin' go check

you now
Nah, I'm up now
You on my dick! Yo, Alexa! Alexa
She on my dick cause I'm up now
It's colder than a motherfucka out this bitch, man
I ain't

come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet, I'm the co-pilot
I hustle that yola, this cocaine music like Yo Gotti
This shit never fail, I'm catchin'

Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest

bitch, better know

If you was just hittin' on yo then, you packin' the road
There ain't no love here
Why it's a package at my door
We might ship drugs

round wit dem bangers tuck
We some animals aint no taming us
Niggas switching sides man thats lame as fuck
I told you I trust you but girl I was lyin
I

up
Every single time i hit yo line
Okay I'm lyin
It wasn't every time
But like 5 times outta 9
And that shit still means the world to me
Shit
You still

weak shit, yo
You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, I'm tired

a level
Addicted to them hoes, they lyin', you should know better
You should know them hoes be just fiends (fans) like Coachella
Coming on demand, every

No Talkin'

Boyz N da Hood

Boyz N da Hood [Clean]

2005

Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell

No Talkin'

Boyz N da Hood

Boyz N Da Hood

2005

Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell

on the law 'fore I kick the juice
They lyin' if they told you I ain't been the truth (ah)
Ben & Jerry pieces got me cold body
Noddin' at the light, how that

I know about it, I stay about it, I'm so about it, you ain't about it
I think about it, I thought about it, you ain't about it, I'm all about it

I

you've got to renew
Yo wanted to trust you
Said that I wanna believe
But you're talking too much dude
I see you want me to bleed
Watch you lost in a blood

the door yuh yuh yuh yuh
So come in and lock the door you know how it go
I'm trynna be up in yo jeans cuz I'm a virgo
Bounce it up and down like you was made

said I felt yo shit

Who you do it for?
Was it really you?
Chillin on the curb by the corner store
Selling all that shit 
Uncles, cousins, aunties died

You need fitness, nigga
Ridiculous how I spit this
Off the tip, tip, of my high
Get my dick tip sucked by your thot
On my cot on the cot, on my yacht

All of you bitches is weird on the Bible (weird on the Bible)
Talkin' shit when ain't nobody by you
I could never be judged by a bitch that was dancin'

you a puplit
I'm tired of findin a beat that's fire
That I never get to cuz I'm uninspired
By the time I get to it I'm uber wired
Lackin all

Killah]
Yo, I got muscles in my index finger, even my mirror is diesel
To scope two, so I could read you
Without a jack, there, I'm still hittin' up people

already think its cap
Quit lyin' in the booth, instead put on yo thinkin' cap
I spend a thow and make it back in a day or two
If you run up on me it ain't

Eh yo it’s Jon the Journalist
We all have our own pasts that shape us right
And you got to own yours
You can diverge going forward, but that’s up

You want to play rough
Ok, say hello to my little friend
Yo, why is Dylan spazzing the start
Cuz' them fuck niggas taking stabs in the dark
But we

Ever So Clear

Bushwick Bill

Planet Groove: The Shaun Ryder Session

2001

and then we broke into another tussle
Yo, durin the fight the gun went off quick
Damn! aw shit, I'm hit
(Aw... my eye, I can't see
Why you shot me in