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a vacation
Dirty nigga with a clean brick
Bet yo lil bit wanna jump on my dick
Niggas acting tell em stick to the script
Rappers capping y'all believing that

they sweeter than a Hi-C
Mad bitches wanna wife me
Told em all unlikely
If the feds indite me
Tell me baby would you write me?
Like a note sang by Mariah

them over
They know it's that you could tell by the odor
I'm in the back of the, back of the Rover
And we keep packs with us like we was smokers
Patek is

and they all go commando
Then we got pulled over by the 5-0
Fuck the Po-Po
I just turned around and said aight
You know where the coke go
Stuff it like

and I'm done wit em'
If y'all wanna bet we can double up, man I thought you was rich, where your bands at?
Just another lil nigga out here fronting huh? Man

catch me floating in an alien ship
With an alien bitch
All these boys really fuck
They just sayin they hip
30 pop make em hop and it's spray at the hip

bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show

they gonna gear up like machines
Down in St. Pete
Made a couple G's
Back to KC
I tried to tell em how i do it but they seeing what they see
Somehow I'm

Just violence misguided
45 tell lies noose tie-ins
Country led by a tyrant
Go vote make sure Joe sign in
Gotta seek peace through his right hand
Have

cup it's mud he pouring
Ran up my money, got it right by myself you can't get a portion
Hold on switch my whip
This one got more horses
You just act

don't do it now, you'll never get the chance
If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork

never reach
This is like a lesson of a class so sit back and watch me teach
If you wanna feature from ya boy you better run them bands up and pay for

the blinds (yeah)
Heard the opps hip on the back door
Shit, boy, I'm creepin' out the side (on God)
I'm a boss, you a worker (phew)
Like, why in the fuck

a rat hoe
Me and gay sis just the same we keep a strap on
A get a nigga X'd out
Put holes in em tac toe
If it was really that then what the fuck you go

LIKE ME SHE JUST WANT MY P
PUT YOUR LIL GIRL IN MY LEASH
SHE ONLY WANT ONE THING THAT I RECEIVE 
(tell em please!)

Woo, wah, wah
passion money
passion

it spray
Cause all these niggas be gay
I a tell 'em to the face
They all know that ion play
They all know how a lay
I get it in
Couple thou in these in

Y'all got a disease called "Can't tell the ho's no"
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley we black all of 'em
And we hold heat like a motherfucking oven
My homies,

through the
Bands, Simon Miller pants
Hanging off my ass
9 milli 38 don't make me do the hammer dance

I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get

shit
'Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys

I put that boy to sleep
Someone tell this bitch
If he play with me then he ain't waking up
After I slap the 50 in then I slap her on her butt
When I

blessings of her presence as if it's Christmas
If God has this in his plans, then tell me why he ditched 'em
Another child lost, broken happiness and stigma

Nasty Bitch

Bust Down

Nasty Bitch, Chapter 1

you got game
If you ever meat a freak that you a play
Tell em bust down told ya to say

Nasty   (Bitch!)
Nasty   (Bitch!)
Nasty   (Bitch!)
Nasty

down
Showed me loyalty then I'll be stepping u my bro now
Ain't hearing what nobody say
Juss be posted by the gate
When I say spray you tell him spray

with the boys
I don't need a plaque
Just to tell you that I made it
I don't need a rack
Just to tell em that I paid it
I don't Facebook
To tell me that