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Dangerous Dame

I Got What You Want

the pistol aimin' straight at my head
I hit the breaks and then I swerved
And almost wrecked the car right into a curb
But then I said: no, Jack and then I

A Kiss

Bad Meets Evil

Hell: The Sequel

2011

Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind like Waka's man
Chopper's spraying, getting head in a car

When a car takes a trip by my home
I think it's you
When I'm all alone, I think of you
When someone texts me, I think it's you
When someone sexes me, I

warned, since I was born I
Was screaming inside of my head
That’s why a demon is in it
And I was squirting semen so I got off
It and got knocked off my

I Feel

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

be hating on me and
I'm fucking 'em anyway
I just signed this deal, I just bought moms a new crib
And it's all good
I feel like bringing my car by

car in case I get the chance to juug
I'm scoping out the scene I peep the nothing they be doing
In my head I'ma bring my mic and do me some recording

large pushin luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach
Anybody in my wake gets scarred
Permanently bed-ridden and if you're pussy
Then motherfucker get

I’m not ready for war
Try my family you might as well just head to the morgue
It’s a shame that we got to be here and explain to these boys
How to be

the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get over it)
Look, bitch, I got the bands in my

it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X in a track
Another day gone by with a dub, this an that
You went through my brain, didn't start till it's over
You

got this far out
After only knowing you for a weekend

Yeah
Playing it all back in my head
Going over all the things you said

Could it really be could

the cut Like a barber 
I always go harder, yeah 

Fold it over go and count up the bread
Keep the piece by the side of my bed
Late nights when I'm stuck in

couple homies with me and they know that I’m the bomb
Gotta couple fakes that talk shit when they hear me making songs
This shit fucks my recollection when

I meant to say that I hate going to work everyday
I don't wanna bus the table I don't wanna grab the plate
I don't wanna cut the cable on a rainy

identify with?
I'm feeling like the long days
Away from feeling my Patrón
Used to have the coldest
Bitches waiting for me chilling by the phone
Used to do

perform in the Reddit forum
I spot a bitch nigga like Cyclops on Santa Monica
Got a model blowing my mind, my new Monica's blowing my harmonica
The car

run

People bleeding all over the Country 
Smashed my head into the Hood and I couldn't see 
And I couldn't see
My heart was beating really fast Wasn't

Woke up in the morning, all these miss calls came from you
You wun in my bed it ain't no tellin' what you do
Steady fighting, demons in my head it

can interpret 
Record it on paper
Then practice it over and over again

To share it with you people 
My family and friends who receive it
Not just for

playing in my head like fine 
I'll maybe be the one you climb for views and fame and cars 
And hey I'm kinda big but also lame hey maybe 
I don't spit

Vagabond
Cross over
Spin left
Layup
This shit too easy to me
I stay up in the game getting buckets
Y'all stay up in the bleachers
Go head keep hatin'
I

on mine
I explode a little inside
I’m making up scenes in my head now
That’ll never play out
Like the gas station stops at midnight
Or anything else that

my brother, we ain't do nothin wrong
We hit Dunkin, and Kid placed his order
I ain't even worried, I ain't lookin over shoulders
But the minute I

of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money