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looking for a new j. Don't come around me boy you too fake.dey say Laid don't fwm, yeah tushae. 


I bang down the nail and yell out got em my dawgs will

I'm go always Rock out
I said I'm go always Rock out

Aye man Ima Rock out
Even if I'm by myself or with the gang that shit ain't gonna change nokap

You are now listening to bar code
Curated by Darth Bills featuring artists from across the world!

Never been a fake chain flexer
She don't call me

alert, uh
Daddy used to push a Caddy off of pushing work
I'm like why you tell this story while we on the way to church? Uh
Dad went up in smoke, shit,

even need a weapon, you know how my niggas steppin'
We don't even need to threaten, you can tell by how we dressin'
Make a mess inside your tenant, matte

5 will buy you a hublo,
Steppin stay on my toes still afloat but no I ain’t bragging,
Never no lie to tell I ain’t cappin,
Ain’t heard me say shit if

Fuck About Us

SOB X RBE

GANGIN II

2018

RBE X SOB that's the gang
Beat Boy taught me

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' 'til the day I die
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

Keep It Movin'

Big Meech

So Uncool

2007

and shorties
Stand up (stand up)
Let's get this party on
Let's do this now
Be young and proud
Show 'em how we hold it down
(Get it, get it)

(3 1 2) yeah they

Versace the cloth you can tell by the liner
They clocking my run and I'm beating the timer
I'm open whenever for smoke like a diner
Got wetty baguetteys
Hit

You can try to stop me i will end ya
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
Im a bad boy you better make it
Make it out fifty
Chopper city by position i

Just like to leech
Fuck em
Do what you want
And don't let anybody tell you
What you can and can't do
Open your eyes
Chase your dreams
And do what you

what's fashionable, your tracks ain't flammable, ahh
I got a few questions, lemme ask 'em, yo
Tell me, is sticking to my roots so radical?
When I say

Jamaican
She phones my line whenever
She spots a paigon
Ooh, She's my ride or die
Her body make em say oh my, oh my
Wrist looking all Michael Kors
Her body

bitch, shut the fuck up (stupid ho)
(What the fuck?)

Fuck whoever don't like this song, I crank this bitch up by my own (ayy-ayy)
Crunkstars in

the opacity I disappear
Sorry to hear that you think we're inferior
I hate to tell you, Team two is superior
I like my woman how I like my wine
Old as hell

I think I’m meant for bigger
Go ask my bitches
Even they could tell you
Yeah that boy different from any other nigga
To keep it truthful
I be

who flew the coop
Call the crew
Tell em where to rendezvous
Then on to the coup'd'etat
See this here is a coup de grace!
This that over with that old

than the bad kid at his daycare
Big arms pull em out
Came through and caused hell, boy
Got my check, I was gone, new Rollie, call me Uncle Elroy
Me n

ride out

Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)

Back to this ride shit

Liph on his passenger side shit

You know

came after like he's outta his mind
Givin' threats like he wasn't the one crossin' the line
And as the moment passed by the little homies had arrived

A little boy I am inside still, wishing he were back
Wishing I could tell him how I valued his impact
It won't be in vein, but Lord all this pain

You're the Top

Harry Groener

Cole Porter: A Musical Toast

1997

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate

the time dawg
I done hit em' with the rhymes dawg
Keep my mind up on the grind dawg
They been wantin' me to dumb it down
They can't read between the lines

it's my turn & that's fine
Fye on my waist
Blades in my face
Metallic taste
I just smoke blunts by the bay
Tell that bitch I need some space
Can't waste