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and bells, got a new smell that shit YSL
I don't need help, I got all these bands I did by myself
Hit from the front the back the right and left I fucked

Money head cause I got money on my mind
Balmainn on em bitch I'm ballin on em

She say she something like
A Harley wanna ride
So many fakes I see

to the antics
Up on this money that's where I just ran it
Hop on a plane Atlanta I just landed
Cool by myself you know that ima man it
Pull up myself this pack

tell 'em which type
Bitch I got more high tech than a Best Buy
Ho's couldn't match my work with their best try
Got a big crew, east coast to the west

FOE by any means
It was Me, Spikes3, DreDaDon, and my boy KingT
Everyday we chased the lettuce and got to the green
I ain't gone lie all of that money

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and these sticks we been playing round' with
Call up JSU tell em that we the new band
Put a button on my glock when I up from the hip
And I let that bitch rip

all of that cryin cause you was the lick
Made his self a opp now that boy on the list
All of these bands got a fuck nigga pissed
Oh nothing just blew

please don't give the boy no ring
They say love don't cost a thing
Yeah I know these bitches cheap
I would like some TLC but everybody wanna Creep
That boy

it flyin' by you
Speedin' fast is emergency so much gas never on Easy on EVS and I S-I-30 when I like
To eat lemon I make em squeeze make some Money

feed em they won't bite your hand
But they lied you still get backdoored by your man
So many people wanna make it out of here alive
Well, bitch, all I

Let me tell em
I'm trying to do all of the things I need to be a man
I go through trials and tribulations just to understand
It hurt to know my fam got

Started from the bottom
Now we back on the top
Started with no bands
Now we got that guap
Started with no friends
Now I got my squad
Started with

My Dog died he got bit by a Fox
I smoke so much I said fuck a detox
That work fake that shit re-rock
I know how to tell time Tic-Toc
Body slam a nigga

Do ya money dance if you touching bands
Do ya money dance if you touching bands
Mirror mirror on the wall you know who I am
Now tell me who

Had to run my money up all a nigga want is bands
She ain't even gotta ask yeah she know that I'm the man
You ain't even gotta ask yeah I'm focused

The Wall

CPO

To Hell and Black

1990

they havin' it rough
but ain't no reason valid enough
Listen up, while I tell you a story, devoid of glory
Might even be a little bit gory
cause

made 60 bands off a 30 dolla phone
I can't em put em on, ni**as they gone try to cheat
Sliden through the city by my self, ion need no help
Olo dolo

up, we could act out, camera boy movin' like a flash out

I fell in love
Shawty, you my drug
Tell me where you at, ayy
I'ma need a hug
Tell me

love that boy to death for real
Bout them two I'll give em hell
Bout them two they holding shells
If you try it then you dying
YFN I wish you well
What's

grams
Into musical bands
Strange
Yeah I got unusual plans
I can't tell by your face
You aren't used to a champ
Bait
I just need room
Give me space
Watch

Nigga playin' it all right
Head left or right On my left wrist filled up with ice

Classy bitch, smart cup off of her eyes
Thank heaven, I can tell by

pour up my cup All these niggas really messy, but they knowin' what's up
I keep them bands up on them bitches, make em' vomit, throw up
I heard they get

problems
Pillow talkin' he don't want no problems
Tell my boys to go get 'em
We got 'em gone
Ugh
Girl I got 'em gone
Ugh, nah
Nah
This bitch fresh out