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Thought that I should give them all my love
But it turns out they would rob me even just for lil dubs
Fake motherfuckers in the dust
I ain't pull up

And I'm still mourning
Gave all my purp to my OG
But I want some more red
My lil nigga ask to rob my plug
I told him go ahead
Can't save yo number anyway

go back home, you tryna beat her ass
You a lil' nasty freaky dude, you gon' eat her ass
I could teach you how to get some money, you don't need no

These niggas be fake, gotta watch them
I'm hot, so I know they plottin'
Go broke, have lil' bro rob them
That Nina my problem solver
Man down, no

Based freestyle based freestyle 2018
Lil B in this bitch, you know what I'm saying
Based freestyle yeah, BasedGod!

Niggas hating on me today
What

on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my

Cost lil money to look like dis
Cost lil money to smoke like dis
Cost lil money to drip like dis
Cost lil money to push like dis
It cost lil money

Shorty Was da Bomb

DMX

The Great Depression

2001

know give me a motherfuckin break, will ya?

shorty was da bomb brown skin honey with the dough 
found out she was a lil' ho but still yo
pushed up

on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout

Ballin' hard, you can check my finger roll
I'm a rich nigga, you can check my meat roll

(Lil Llári) like I kick it karate
My bitch like baby the baddest
I

Let da Monkey Out

Redman

5 Classic Albums [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof

I'ma get this money by myself
I'ma get this money by myself
I'ma rob a nigga for his wealth
I'ma get this money by myself

I'ma get this money by

julie

I got that drip
She taste like chocolate chip
Glock by my hip 
Hope that lil nigga dont slip

You got you a chain but yo diamonds aint visible
Why

to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned  by 3 degree /give me

Chill, baby, sit back, just chill
No Breitling, need bills
No catch in these hills
Been a lil' menace since the field
Can't forget the seal
Can't forget

the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my

See one of my rivals, we don't drive right by you
Glock got a beam, clip stick out like Eiffel

I been runnin' with that street vibe
I fell back off

want to lock me up
'Cause I gang bang, smoke weed
Don't give a fuck
I bought my lil Football team a bus
On the grind trynna find time
Lettin' rеal niggas

rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day

see the scout who told, it's gettin' peeled right now
L's up 'til I die, blood, sweat and some tears
Death jam they send me, complete by kid

Play Dirty

Paul Wall & Chamillionaire

Get Ya Mind Correct: The Remix Album [Chopped & Screwed]

2002

him with a jack show him that I'm not a hoe
Fill an application out at papadeaux's
Work my way up to manager and rob the hoes
You never know what I'm

a grudge
Lil' nigga, the fuck is you worried for?
You wasn't there when I buried her
Get on my nerves, nigga, I might bury ya
That a lil' inch by the barrier

fam in a mansion Pull up ghost Danny Phantom
Try to rob we hold em for ransom See I got them bags like Santa
She lookin like she wanna fuck
Lil bitch

the age of 12, she was pregnant as shit
I could tell you lil story, it get real as it get
She raised by her step pop, let the devil begin
She poppin percs