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Pronto

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry actor

piece
P-B-T-M meet that T-G-F-E Y'all finna learn about playing with me
Specs
Pretty Boy Trap Music

said back by five times two
And I told her chill lemme do what I do
Pull up to the scene like bro whats goodie
Like one mistake and I'll rip mans hoodie

with G's 

Quote of the law, but you done saw a ho and cashed a check 

want to send me up, and pen me up like I'm a fuckin pet 

P

bitch-choking
Young player from Oakland
I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing?
AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith & Wessons
You got the audacity to false claim

young and im lit
Staydown by myself now I'm poppin My shit
I could flip me a hunnid but niggas is rich
Ion kno Nuffin but dracin his r.i.p.
Could be that

so I finna chill and relax by the poolside, everyday we ball
Everyday we ball g
Zoomin thru the city, ain't no opps finna stop me
What you gonna do?

Irie, Irie, Irie. o Moo Cypher. coldgang, C.G.P. Oya fowon lenu... PRA

Lionel Messi, Wilshere on Ps4. y'all too small in the game
Me? Ivory Coast

ain't got nothing to do with me
Ima show you how to love like I got a double cup screaming ymcmb p*ssy monster
And I don't give a f*ck about your man

hear you byte all that fake shit
Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit, 
You know what I'm sayin'?

Ay, man, you still got the Ski mask and them

Weekday, divine weekend, self na grace
Give girls Ankara, guys own na lace eehh
Fight for my space, if you want run my race eh
By now, you should know

Yeah
Picking flowers from the reddest of dirt man
Soil mature as fuck, you know what I'm saying?
Hey
Chilling with my brother's, always rolling up

Saying sayonara
To the dead homies (R.I.P.)
I would give them my life
And that's on me (I miss ya)
Told the warden sayonara (Bye)
Got a baddie named Mariah

just da tell the truth
If a nigga want some smoke bet I shoot at you and you
Yea having hella motion man they spin I bet I flip they van
Real deal

four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow

a R.I.P. tat when you think of him
Don't you ever sink again
Don't you ever sink again
Thinking you could rid of me baby
Well you should think again
Man he's

point is unacceptable 
I get the traffic whamming, G-P-S tracker jamming
Fish scale package mailing, shorty said she'll have the salmon
You fucked ya

Up, down, left, right, huh, I'm a cheat code
I'm a fuck her and, pass it to my guy, that's the G-code
All my niggas iced up, huh, you know that we cold

veins
I’m the m********** modern day LL COOL JAMES
Not tryna put a title but I am that suave
Whoever question it, bouta get sent away 
Your man tryna spit

hurting me, they verses seem
Like a fuckin' circus scene, I'm circling
You should really learn from me, I'm pushing p
Keep on fuckin pushing me and pullin

the V I P
The way were doing this B I G
I like the one in the pink dress
Looking to impress send me a wink and let me know of your int
I know you wanna

existence will blemish
I done stuck to the p code
Been betrayed by some hoes
So my heart is relentless
I done sent the addy
Still ain't pulled up
Just a bunch

I D-I-G I-T when the P.D. don't come at me
For simply drivin' down the street cuz my skin color's all they see
We call it D.W.B
Sir may I see some

MGK nigga till I die
Kill-shot R.I.P the guy
I’m complex lemme clarify
Simply put don’t F with I
Cuz I shoot to kill like a drive by
See your bitch