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the laos
because thats what I am and papers what Im about
dont be fooled by the looks because looks can kill
if they really knew who i was they would be

karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where

You get more for your money
When you fuck with Mr. Porter

Yeah
Tweak my vocals just a lil bit
Yeah
Turn me up sound man just a lil bit

Good

Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note

*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*

No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you

after
Multiply the factors that make the pockets fatter
I only want the cheese, y’all keep the beef & tea
Cause if ya gotta burned, lil buddy 3rd degree
I

might get bit by a bird
Steady switching like Irving get the bag and watching the ladies trip I'm certain
Said you're independent but still want a lame

the water
She gone off the water
Idc bout these bitches
She know that I got her
She know that I got her
She know that I got her
She know that I got her

Lil

talking smoke, but i dont think you had the steam
Im walkin in solo, boy they said you a team
We go by any means, somebody said you had a dream
Throwin

What it do? Baby, tell me what's the move
(oh woahhh) cause I just wanna know
How the fuck this 'sposed to go
I'ma stuff another cone
(it be hitting lil

sipping on the crown
Told lil baby buckle up, but she didn't buckle down
Playing all them games, girl you thought I was a clown
Girl you thought is was

Red beam green beam mr throw on the laser
Thotti go thotti she know i can't save her
Who lit now im addicted to paper
Don't got the sitch he get punched

Mr. Clark I keep the lean on me 
Get the money married to it I put a ring on it (yea)
Reality no this is not a dream 
Really get to actin on dese n****s

know I'm with whatever
Flyest nigga in my city call me Mr. Feather
Niggas always tryna flex a gun, but they don't ever use it
I think I got these niggas

Tire Shop

Gangsta Blac

Can It Be

1996

of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness

Feel like Tay-K, left the bitch, lil' bitch, I been did the race
Fifty-five years for some shit, 40 at his face
Takin' pics, wanted poster, hard flicks,

name
Make you my Mrs.

I don't need no mistress
Don't need no side
Just like my drank
Smooth as my wine
Let my buy you a drank
On T-Pain vibes
Tell

I’m killin shit
You like dead presidents, yeah I’m with the shit
Ironic Mr. Franklin isn’t on the list
That’s a hunnid, the top boi I’m coming
You not

to survive... we makin' this cash
(Yeah, ugh)
Takin a dab (What? yo)
Fuck it we taking this risk?
I'm taking my chance (Uhhu)
Make you my Mrs. if not I won't know

chore
Dobrze by wszyscy z budynku wyszli w porę
I nie wiem sam skąd je biorę
Odkąd pamiętam w szkole
Byłem horrorem dyrektorek
A wczoraj miałem sen i

Chacho got the movie and it's on angles
Trynna plot on my dogs get dismangled (June)
In center like I'm in staples
Produced by I.V to the whole label (Uh)

blasian ya heard
(You already know!)

When I walk thru
It might get hectic
I'm the life of the party
Make you cats feel hella threatened
Just by my presence

When I be down in my zone
You don't know where I go
I be digging in my hole
I accomplish by my own
It's my city, it's my home
It's ma tone, it's ma

Quick to Mr. Hyde
If you tryin' to be a spark 
Girl I'm figna ignite
She a temptress 
Ass wide in a thin dress
She say she came here with her man though
I

gonna slide, but he the one that's playing defense
Left him by the school supplies when he thought that he was leaving
Von dick sucking them niggas, we