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lil bank and and my shit way bigger
Money talk bullshit walk you don’t look too familiar
I got money bags on me on me that’s a bleu face
Pull up in
night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin
ain't no game (C'mon)
You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh)
'Cause it's real out here (uh-huh)
So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time
see I'm getting money, they know I'm getting it in
Smoking all this Marie got me losing with jin
Cause they see me winning, Ima watch em pretend
They
call for the alcohol
Girl, you got me talkin to myself
When you move to the left
Kick, clap now, turn wit it.
And I'ma get your number
Before you move
house and she let me cum in her mouth
You know I did all that s***
She got my number, if she beep me, I'm gonna call that b****,
And go dig in them
'm offended if you hear my new shit and you ain't rewindin' me
Self made, I never needed your bail or a wire, see
I'm never callin' collect, I call to collect
hugging downtown
Look at all the padding that you wear
Call me Ronald ‘cause I’m down to clown
What a shame that everytime you walk around
You keep alerting
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
and the silverware
I'd dry-fuck her till I nut in my underwear
"Now, let's me contestant number two
He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak
Who works for
Three is a magic number
Yes it is (yes it is)
It's a magic number
(One, two, three and)
All you ladies pop yo pussy like this
Pop, pop yo
gon love me when I can't no more
Yea I got ya number
But here's the thing
When you see my ring
Would you answer for sure
Or would I be the call
better things before I'll join the coffin
Guinea pig, XP number 6, «Slay him, burn him!»
Don't try to save me, I'm already lost
Trynna be still free along
and they had Mel call me, they said, "Yo, Capitol pulled on the deal"
And, you know I told them that Roc-A-Fella was interested and
I don't know if they
Microphone check, yo, yeah
They won't call me a nigga
They won't call me a nigga
Listen to the preacher man, but are you talkin' to me?
I
numbers.
She said, "You want to be a player all yo life?
You'll never get a woman you can call your wife."
You see, Tracy got it going on, see her
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
the Tyson approach and bite me!
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin' they
numbers only numbers what's yo numbers
I feel like Wunna call the 911s then subtract a one
Like 21 keep a nine and 40 make it blade runner
Days come 24
all that shit
She got my number, if she beep me, I'm gonna call that bitch
And go dig in them guts like a gardener
If she starts screamin', I'm gonna
phone call to my young niggas
They'll pull up in threes
Got da drakes out, blow yo face off
Now think about crossin' me
Stuffin' 20's in my boots
I think
cum in her mouth
You know I did all that shit
She got my number, if she beep me, I'm gonna call that bitch,
And go dig in them guts like a gardener,
like to eat chips
Nobody can run me you know I write my own scripts
Number one bitch, I'm on top
Number two bitch, I never fucking flop
Number one bitch,
the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even - now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me
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