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Ey

Play the part so well
Ey
Woke up in the cell 
Ey
Chains all on my belt 
Ey 
Preconditioned nails 
Ey 

Bank on fade but it's
cll for the show 
Oh

the taking
Married to the pursuit of it
Mama say mama sah mama sue
La la
Dreaming about some new paper
Headlines news paper
nothin new but the day nigga
Lap

a bitch that I hit from the back (back, back)
She runnin' laps like a track (woop)
I do not stop when I'm movin' that crack
Hold up lil' bih, come here

me the mop, I promise I'ma wet, lil' Brodie
Yeah, guns down, hands up, belt' to ass lil homie

And belt to her ass, but she love it when I spank her
I,

You know I'm a track star when I run to the check
Nike, NASCAR, I could go a 100 laps
Pull up, cheesing, you would think that I'm a rat
I can't let

ich tret ihn mit Defendern ja
Ich check ins Ritz und deine Bitch ist bisschen dirty ja
Doppel C auf meinem Lap die hoe ich cop sie
Ich seh grad doppelt

a rap 
Without this little motherfucker jumpin' his ass into my bitch's lap 
I started rubbin' on her curves 
But I'm mad because this little brat is

black hellcat, batman with the wings up
Hi-tech in my cup, in my lap I got the nina
I keep it a buck, dirty bands make em cleaner
Funny how that bitch

Pedal to the floor in my whip
U can't catch that
Swervin through traffic
Got ur bitch on my lap yea
I dont talk to talk nah
I'm not ab the cap yea
Ima

thanks  showing gratitude

Long wind when I'm rapping
And I got a bad bitch with a attitude
Smoking weed out a backwood
You can check my lap for the canon

Mind the gap as you get in my cab
Your porcelain smile, girlfriend on your lap
I make conversation, you shout "just drive"
I can your whispers as you

a bitch to the mall when a nigga feeling bossy
Running laps round these niggas got a nigga so exhausted
Shoes 500 the belt too that shit light
Any problem I

Do it by myself
I don't need no nobody else
All this shit on my plate
Gon put some pounds up on my belt
She a dime like roosevelt
She like my sound

a spell, and make you mad
Put a love spell on this bitch and now she sitting on my lap
You gon think it's magic the way that I'm stackin up these bands
I'm

seat belt buckles bitch
Fresh dope as fuck like the eightys
Told her come here get on yo knees lil baby
Suck on the dick aint no shaming
We hit yo crib

Guiden, hyeea
Produce the grail, it's super frail
As soon as my juice is loose, the game loose it's belt
My mind is as great as two Pharrells
And I think

of that red
That lil' belt you got get you stained
"That boy perfect," that's Slae
Euros on me, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
I'll fuck ya bitch while you yap,

ho cheeks like a belt, yeah mm
Legs to her neck, thas her favorite, yeah
Hop up in my lap, you gon get it all, yeah 
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You can play w

on black
Bad bitch with me ass on fat
Live how I want no cap on that
New Louis belt big strap know that
Try me get clapped oh that on that
Runnin up bag flip

been dealt, the pain I done felt
Got a couple murders under my belt, you play, you get left
It get deeper than this rap, you catch a charge, I take

Gang
Double R 4 L
Go, go, go

Catch ‘em I want ‘em dead
Glock in my lap, I'm a fool with this
Pop out and I see red
Real street nigga, I don't shoot

hard I put my soul in it
I been running laps around myself aye yuh
I paid for hard copies fuck a Gucci belt

Became

Atmosphere

Family Sign [Deluxe Edition]

2011

You didn't answer so I opened up the flap
It's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack
I'm looking at your tracks and you
Took a couple laps

lap
He better come correct 
Trying to get this drip 
Boy you gon be in debt 
I told dem i was coming 
Yea dey overslept 
Toolie on my waistline 
Fuck