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Now slow down I feel like the facts not hittin 
I been doing my thang til god came to my wishes to put me on a lil mission
And how I need to slow down

on the player better hate The game but we ain't playing by The rules she said she want a bad Man but like the rude boys too
I'm so sorry boo but what the hells

Who do you talk to the phone-
Yeah this that cashmere
I'm Mr. Cashmere
Don't need a cashier
I go crazy when the cash near
All my niggas present all my

Shooters ballers and the scholarS 
Common goal is profit 
Surrounded by those who are Toxic 

I don't know what to do wit
Negas 
Left me hanging like THey

Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with

Kid, turn on the TV
I’m 'bout to hit u with a flashback
Someone come and give old Mr Krabs his
Hard earned Money Cash back
I didn't get it when I was

bitches
Get 44 stitches if you fucking with my Mrs
You know time is money keep my riches in this wristwatch
Kick off rolling through the green I'm a big

Flip Flop

Yung Joc

Young and the Restless

2007

The Mr. throw the deuce up
Paint still drippin' like it's fresh up out the shower
12 in the cut a couple shots of blunt power?
I rep that fo' five flat

Raised by the streets
Killers all around me
Keep me grounded when I speak
You ain't never seen
Feens nodding wit the lean
Trap house full of use to be prom

Mr. Potato on the barrel
Knock his head off
Ran off on the plug
I just Skirt off
In the pussy beat it up
Just like a jerk off
I like her body bitch

my red rover Told that  
Bitch to come over Locomotive with the drive local motives to get high  
Local homies they just tryna get by, I’m tryna get

on my mission
I been trying 'a write a little more
I really hope you listen
Future Mrs. now
She really pay attention
Lot 'a things in this life really

by that No Tamin logo/
cnd my man, Mr. James, know you was a major key/
From them boombox frees, to the shows at Ms. Lees/
cnd another, I gotta give it

Blood cin't Thicker than Water Lyrics 
Davis Chris & Mr foster 
Verse1 
When Jalisa was 8 years old she was sexually abused 
Seduced by Salacious

Something like that I don't know
I don't know I feel like I should end it off with some fire shit I don't know
You gon hear this lil whore, it's produced by

that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)

So-so
I did this last year right?

building I.Q city 
Whad up my man Rotex Rolex, EMMYLI omo kogx I hear you! Mr Ruff Rasta respect! 
Leggo Uhhh
Now here’s the most ambiguous story you about

the hood bitch
They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick

[E.S.G.]
Needing bout a hundred

told me the feds wanna stop by 
You got bitch-slapped but you intact
I concinved 'em that they got the wrong guy
Time to tap tap
On a wack ass rat

is the payout mr president my environment filled with fentynol and y'all only give two fucks now cause it's Betsy and lil Paul man Rip to KD cD MD RD

not a fun sound
Inside the class acting like a clown
Working so hard paid like a bound
I'm powered by the latest tech always on never a wreck
Cops on my

Two stoves side by side, I bet I work him (I bet I work him)
I turned my grandaddy church parkin' lot into a Church's Chicken (woo)
Take the braids

around town
Thinkin' you can wash me onna beat you a clown
I can tell that lil' bitch a freak by the way she smile
CGB the gang nah nigga you can't fuck

that's my sign to get up and maybe buy her a drink
"Aye mr bartender, can I get two martinis"
Im getting mad fucked up before I go back into purgatory
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