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to hold him down told em it was all in his head, but instead he wasn't tryna hear wut I sed, ODed during da count dey found him dead in his bed. Talk about
by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,
one pistol
You should run
And whoever run witchu should run witchu
You rap about guns all the time in ya bars
I get time behind bars cause that
What
you've been watching all of my Instagram stories all night
So yeah, I was a lil turnt I can't lie
But I know what I'm saying to you
A little drunk sex
you're the one (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
So let's take a cruise somewhere
You and me
[Mr. Capone-E]
Come on, just cruise with me all night
the state of the nation
Mr. President
I will ask you about the war
Really and truly what is it for?
IDEN mix soldier form dyeing for stuff above us all
Is it
of the nation
Mr. President
I will ask you about the war
Really and truly what is it for?
When an I-E-D mix soldier form dyeing for stuff above us all
Is it
bitch serving
It's none of my business I ain't worry
But if you got a nigga
And you workin' for him
I'ma shoot that nigga, Quavo Stephen Curry
Pretty lil
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y'all
face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs
I
'm about my business
Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness
If you ain't been
on they necks for the throne
You ain't really on, 'til all yo' niggas on
I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home
Look, R.I.p Kobe,
feature now is about a hundred thou'
And I'm playing with you, but I'm liking how it sounds
Look Ayo
I'm blackity. black, black
Used to walk with a note
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
you fake by the look in your eyes(no surprise)
Soft like a bag of fries from five guys(soft ass)
Yeah(wut)- you heard what I said(ya heard)- my words
keep it no more
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before
Lunt: Baby!
Chorus:
Boyz: He needs to tell you something
Mr. Lunt: I
Announce what he believed
He said
Son, keep working toward your goal
'Cause I'm right by your side and I can
Tell that you're taking it all
Mr. Goldilocks
them---HOES!!!
Let me hear you say---HOES!!!
Let me talk about them---HOES!!!
Let me hear you say---HOE!!!
(Verse 3)
I met this bitch by the strip on a hot night
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
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