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nobody know
Preach to da young bulls call me a pope
My shit aint ass i just needed it mixed
She got a sexy ass voice she talk wit a lisp
Met off her da

the game, but I ain't no Jigsaw (Jigsaw)
They wanna be like 180, man, they're some rip-offs
They be sending shots at me, but they ain't hit the hitbox (Pow

ain't no Gge Tommy had, rap like This, they hear this shit, I hype dem up
She dissing on Von, whole gang want her Head She dissing on Von like ja ain't

like I'm Tommy
I will never let a nigga get by me
People hating 'cause I'm doing my thing
I'm gonna get to the top with the gang
I'm in the lights man

the brain is big and bright but there's no room for tommy boy, 
All he knew was sit and cry, now tommy boy is unemployed,
All I need is unity up in my

Me?
I am the one that's embarrassing
Tell that boy don't make a scene,
Unless he want his life in movie material
Nah, ain't no one moving on me
God

done that ima run it up you gon run back wearing mk tommy shirt black you a fuck nigga that’s a fun fact don’t give me yo tape ion want that ima pull yo

bitches by any means
Tryna fuck on the kid when I am geeked, yeah
All the dope I be puffin' ain't good for me
Especially when I'm holding every hit in like

ain't no record holder or recorder
Seven inches that sounds like a dream size
Too bad 6ix9ine in jail for being too nice
Let's have some fun, I bet you

Babies With Guns

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry

Bill
Somebody get beside me, Lord will
His blood spill
Like a waterfall, fuck around
Make me slaughter y'all

Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't

Bill
Somebody get beside me, Lord will
His blood spill
Like a waterfall, fuck around
Make me slaughter y'all

Hmm, you tryna get some hood fame, ain't

with me my don
I'm a' take them out 1 by 1
Take them 1 by 1
I'm a' take them 1 by 1
I'm a' take them out 1 by 1
And I won't tolerate the beef
You ain't

your vision
You all are my children, which one are you, Billy or Tommy?

I hop in the foreign, nobody can stop me
No two ways about it, I'm Shohei Ohtani

comin' through where my Tommy gun
Momma always told me, "You ain't gotta worry son"
Yeah I be tempted
Yeah I be livid
All because I live with tunnel vision

Ain't no discussion, me and my niggas, yeah we all up to something
Bussin and bussin, we gon fuck your bitch and I ain't gonna lie
We ain't even

You’re hanging by such a fragile thread
A different way
A whole brand new beginning
Pick up the pieces, one by one…

Tommy:
My blood ain’t spilling but I

old shit we way passed it
Look me in my eye dawg you know ian average
I ain't trippin bout no old shit we way passed it
Blanking on these beats I don't

ONE BY ONE...
ONLY HAVING FUN, AIN’T CARRYING A GUN,
ONLY HAVING FUN, AIN’T CARRYING A GUN,
ONLY HAVING A LAUGH, WITH NO AFTERMATH,
ONLY HAVING FUN

ONE BY ONE...
ONLY HAVING FUN, AIN’T CARRYING A GUN,
ONLY HAVING FUN, AIN’T CARRYING A GUN,
ONLY HAVING A LAUGH, WITH NO AFTERMATH,
ONLY HAVING FUN

Turned into a new page
Cuban bitches around me like Im Castro
And you know that’s way before the cash flow
I don’t want no snakes I keep my grass low
 I

with me to the place where the smoke’s ingested

Floating by on cloud 9, It ain’t no pedestrians 

Roll up yo’ investment 

Cause it ain’t no stress when

Hardball [Edit]

Lil Wayne

Hardball

2001

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So

that’s over, call me Castro
I be with they queens
In my slippers
In they castle
Fucking by the fire
Caught her balance
On the mantel
Gave her horse dick