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apart from others and leave you number one just like a chart
Put that shit together since you like to sew
And who knows maybe that's your passive income
got kicked out the label (wow)
How you gon' bite who put food on the table? (Huh)
Fam against family shit, Caine versus Abel (damn)
Why you keep
the greatest (woo), on the beat who ever did it
Mike WiLL the one who made it, it's Shady on the lyrics
I'm somewhat outlandish they say
You say we're cut
kill 'em all on the West Side
Semi-automatic clappin' you don't know what happened, shout out to the tech guy
ATL is who I'm repping, better get
still on a sunny summer afternoon?
Full-length gown, looking like a casket on the move
I see you ate that frozen apple juice with a plastic spoon
That’s
Getting Layed
You Feel Me All Up In Ya Guts Now And Dat's A Fact
Make Dat Booty Sound Clap When Ya Throw It Back
Sexing On Da Dance Floor Covered By My Team
secrets
In spurts after dark"
Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse
make you pay me
Quit worrying bout what I'm doin
Don't ask me about who I'm screwing
Cas you cant handle the truth
Plus he fuck me better than you
inside of the studio almost the same as me cookin' in kitchens
Wanting a feature you better be ready cause you is not booking my hours, you're booking my
love from my team
They believe in the glow
If you chasin' a dream
This your song and you know (This your song and you know)
You know who you are, you
Who Got the Numbers On the Za,
Say it’s a drought, YA, Get em in Route, BET,
Putting Tax On All Grams,
I done Turnt to Uncle Sam, and ion Give
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
summers
Ten summers, ten summers
I been getting to the money the last ten summers
My money long, like ten Hummers
That nigga full of shit, somebody
feelings pass
This is the verse I've been meaning to spit
It's the version that they needed I'ma leave in a bit
You're the person finally showed what I
gotta hip hop chick her favorite rappers Pac and Big
I gotta hip hop chick ask her who's better and she say they both the shit
She Sexy
She Sexy
She
a fucking mixtape
Use a Phantom in a drive-by nigga and switch plates
Getting the bigger pool the only way to diss Drake
And I'm coming
However do you
in a minute
You ain't playin' my position
Mothafucka who you kidding
Ain't no way
That you been feeling
What I'm feeling
I'm suppose to hold it down
Vision eclipse from liquor
Apple prison full of pictures
Fissures In time
Hurting inside
Memories of a
Better life
Sister and i
Age seven and five
Not
your ass mad beside mine, get boxed in a trunk
Please don't give me a reason to give your mama a reason
To shed tears, you better know who I is
and when I'm done you bet not cough
I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3"
And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me
But then there's always those,
Bet that we gon' leave it on the flo
Leave it, leave it on the flo
Motherfuckers better know
This thang is 'bout to blow
I'm a real deal, you's
speaks of a life that passes like dew
It's forced me to see that
You've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you
What's to be found, racing
I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet?
Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone
I figured you would, now leave me alone
You pick and you wish
you log on
I bet you di people, who follow
Gone up, pon your account
Promoting some business
But picking di business, weh you announce
As something, weh
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