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through our hood shootin' shit
We go and shoot back no love for these hoes
Don't get too attached
Cause when you least expect it they
Stab you in your back

Millie, trust me, I made millions
Run a band like Skillies, time to get the finish

All the buyers, man, I don't need no winners
Girls are feelin' some, you

Don’t need honour rolls, don’t need no diplomas or qualifications we got this yo
I’ll catch you slipping if you’re moving oily bro
Hurry up purchase

it's being sold
And I know that it hurts you, but what I don't know is how
I'ma help you out with the bills and all that other shit
With a nine-to-five,

myself into this shit I know that I'll regret it 
It happens every fucking time you'd think I wouldn't let it 
You don't know how to come across so you

Like wind through my face, this shit is a breeze
All of these rappers like Kev with the jokes
No I'm not blazing , you don't want the smoke
I don't talk

gettable
Worked professional now it's accessible
Plug got variety like they collectibles
Flavour exceptional loving the vegetables

Holding a band don't feel

and chop it up
(Aye, Aye)
Chop it up
(Aye)
She gone chop it up
(Aye)
Chop it up
(Aye)
She gone chop it up
(Aye, Aye)

Let me start off the rip
Ain't no beat

your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only

to Chris last night
Bout some real estate I'm trying to get up out this fast life
Shit don't last long niggas got no backbone

Same one you called brother

I be to the neck baby
You know I meditate
Wit a 40 by my side that shit will make you levitate
Yo mind and yo body promise ima make em separate
I put

Bust Ya Gunz

Swizz Beatz

One Man Band Man [Clean]

2007

ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast

Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw

that everyone minute counts so throw me bands
Coz every second tick like Roley hands
Waste no moment on phony scams
I no longer their reply messages
They

sucker dropped the diss, we did our shit, why would I lie?
He pissed off and want to drive by, get fully's more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that

sexy
You'll need a bigger clipboard than
That to assess me
Hi, no yacht, I'm a landlubber
Sip a Sam's Summer with
The cover band drummer
Peacock rappers,

don't expect this shit to slow
I bestow
All my talents to the universe
Step up to the stage right on time no need to rehearse
Get my pops that Kawasaki

Spin a lil bend wave the K out the car
160 a zip pay 250 for Za
Hit up tay set the play it be gone by tomorrow
On the way to the trap got a play

how their running up
Question for you bruddas don't you think that shits been done enough
Could write that with my eyes closed hella wavey when I'm

struck my heart
Won’t even hard u had shit from the start
Come on lil baby let’s run up these bands
We’ll take a flight up to japan
You make me feel good

bring it sing it bring it now sing it
Bring it to me right now
Yo dj drop this
Guna show them how

First of all let me start by saying
cs you hear this

of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,

by the pool
You never seen a dub that quick I made two
Exotic prada polo they know I don't follow rules
I ain't fucking with no food Im that scamming

the hollows
When you climbin' up the ladder
Niggas wanna doubt you
You start gettin' money
Then they talk about you
This a thirty strip of hundreds, baby
Let me

the hallway
I used to be a dreamer with my empty hands
Now I'm GSU, when it comes to bands
Expeditions in exotic lands
Shit was not by accident, it was all