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your service from here we'll handle it (handle it)
4 kids rock 80s fits on they boy band shit (boy band shit)
Swiping the cards like a bandit (bandit)

bands I got more than a few
What color they is? and they all blue

I'm a rude boy
Somebody go tell Rihanna to call me
I wanna turn up & then have a party

drip, rubber band on my wrist
Talk shit and I'll be at your fuckin esophagus
In a mosh pit it get harsh quick
I'm a lost kid that just got kicked
In my

four-by-four truck
I'm a gangsta' can't you tell it
Got drugs all on me, can't you smell it
Hop over the fence with nothing but weapons
But what they don't know

the? Ohs (ugh); boy I'm cold, I get dough, selling blow, by the Ohs...

I'm a businessman.. I'm a drug dealer.... i still fuck wit my thug niggas. .;I

Won't tell this hoe my government
Every time I let em in, all they do is hurt me
Tryna escape my pain
Damn near hooked myself on perky's
You better stay

them boys out the jugg
I want something, I take it my name Suge
Going straight in im off the gen, just like my moms ion' fuck with my kin-
Folks be broke

you?
I lost it all but didn't fall
Had to bounce back
Put it in my hands
Hunnid bands tell 'em count that
Big Dawg
Look who sittin' at the table now
I

a certificate
You can tell by the look in eyes I got no time to play
Put God first
Let him be the one to show me the way so I always pray
I am the hunter you

feature prices up to a solid band

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Half the best thoughts die in a brain wrinkle
Gotta holla otherwise we'd

above the budget
Cause at the moment your boy got the world at his feet
So whiles he breathes
I got y'all geeked
I got y'all turnt
So tell your mans chill

, summ by bed watching
Behind these eyes, the only thing I see out em is dead bodies
Main reason why I sip this codeine to sleep thru all of it
Dead

fuck em sleeps (yeah)
When Pull up in the club niggas knows what it is (they know)
Gat em bitches scountin on me
Ama savage, ion react to this bitches

Let's go (you know what the fuck goin' on, bitch)
Fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on 'em, leave a couple hundred shells there

(Picture a no man’s land with broken windows, dark abandoned buildings, no law and order. There are carefully demarcated areas controlled by rival

I've been down and out for way too long
Bitch I'm from the southeast where they send em in we get em gone
I do this shit for Tyrese, gotta rep your

I murdered the scene
I murdered the scene (Yeah)

Ever since I can remember, a nigga been gettin' paid (Facts)
Rubber band up loaf for me, I ain't

(Selling weed in highschool Inna back hall we been booming
No need for discussion)
Make a few bands and I'm fresh of the wake up
I like me a bitch

needing
You said you real good at keeping a secret
Cold night in hell by the time they competing
I was outside everyday of the week
Used to be tight all

to a giant compared that ain't
nothing
These dubs rolls up coming in by the onion
My shawty she bad like lil kids who be cussing
Those boys all chat end

that chop he was screamin
I get way too damn high off these mother fuckin drugs I can't tell you the month or the season
All these boys keep askin me for

So the only up you gettin on mine is upset

Fear of anotha man 
 the guilt of whats been done to him
Cuz you think he gonna snap like a rubber band

was just us and now you left me by myself
I got em stressed and i can tell
Your love a parody that shit so SNL
And that bitch was never hurting yeah she

down when we slid but he ran
Tell brodie pop out we gon go get sum bands
And please do run not up cuz you will knocked where you stand
Dis glizzy too hot