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Worried bout a new bitch gotta ride or die by side we
Really do this fresher than some water I go harder with
The new fit everyday blaze I'ma teach fuck

I'm up before the sun with my son in the mornin'
I'm up before the sun with my son in the mornin'
Cook him breakfast, pour some organic orange
I'm

ain't ever getting
I mix the Louis with the ice just to show you how I'm living
Got my bag so I'm ight money fien I love the feeling
Glock cocked by my

My life is so ill yea
I fell in love with the racks and I never been happier since yea
I spend it and make it right back I'm not worried got mo comin

break with all my guys
& we got lead if you ride by

Smoking za to clear my mind
Like a dog we outside
I get cash don't even try
Pink and blues yea

she try to give me blue balls
She-she twerk one booty cheek, she twerk one booty cheek
She twerk both booty cheeks, it go boom-boom
I got one ho with

I did it
Why you so worried 'bout what I be doin'?
Countin' my money ain't makin' you rich
Talkin' down on me don't make you the shit
How my name

down pack she ain't ever leaving
My haters see me as an enemy a fucking demon
Bed covered with essentials
The lotion, the fragrance
They testing my

the whole city rockin, they'll tell you I'm the truth
Yeah

I'm so witty
Living with no limits
Blue face hunnids
Yeah I get it then I flip it
Big body Benz
If

cause our love was filled with doubt
Drownded in your love & now it's feelin' like a drought
Only on blue strips ima count
Every time you needed me, I was

I ain't leaving room for some arrangements
You too worried bout being famous
I'm too worried bout the green and blue
Making bread with who the fuck I

they shivering
Spending time with me
That's your favorite thing
Who knows
Maybe you're only in it for that chicka ching
Oh yea
I ain't worried about

Live at the O.M.N.I.

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

One million niggas inside
You can't break me even though you try
One million niggas inside
Even though you hit me with everything you got
One

know I'm a stepper lil bitch you know I keep a hammer lil bitch walk down in yo field
I'm gone rip and I'm counting these blues no crip
Say how you my

the crown
Walk around by myself, i'm the man in my town
She like when I talk, her panties they drown
Crumble with the za
Woods hitting like Pacquiao
Pack too

Feeling the planets align
Loving the wonderful vibes

Damn, the day's getting hotter
How 'bout we cool it down and kiki right by the water?
Chill al fresco

real I had to stay with the steal
I give the streets motivation I know the hood embraced it I get a big blue an Chase it 
Roll up a backwood and face it

Ima young nigga with blues niggas think im neighborhood
Ion really fuck with parties niggas stare at me
They a look me up & down like they scaring me

ranking family
She sit's back and dabs her
Eyes with a cotton handkerchief
I look down towards where I saw that boy go
His family don't look happy
I don't

throw that ass back got me bricked in my pants
I'm taking her home let her know in advance
She came with her friend so put i on my mans
I could be gone by

Big Bank

Mannie Fresh

4eva Is a Mighty Long Time

2017

Forgi I don't know rim and the tires 
Squeaking where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on these hoes
Shine up the grill in these glows

got big bands in my pocket
I'ma pull it out when I take a pic
Jumpin' out with my chain swanging
Nigga I ain't worried 'bout shit
I got real killers

with some chimps
Smoke by the 8th then a quad till a zip
Be in the paint man you know I don't miss
Got me some rank and I found me some bliss
I'm killing

It's 1 AM in the morning but I don't know what to do
I go to work with a shiesty mask, and I'm smoking on some glue
And I did it by myself, I ain't