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That’s my squad That’s my slime Do anything for the block We tote that iron Never presented a problem We always grind Never give up stay focus It's
Niggas ain’t gon’ do nun Niggas talk a lot of shit but they won’t do nun Slide down the block like they finna move something Tote a lot of sticks but
What you know Facts What you stack Racks What you tote Gats Back back back back back back Uh Just a young nigga on go Just a young nigga spittin'
Still chilling Getting money Making millions Hottest nigga In the city Like a burning building Call me James harden Cuz I love to tote a rocket All
Oh, there he go (There he go) Quixx bound to blow (Quixx bound to blow) I’m riding pistol tote (Riding pistol tote) Don’t let it blow (Don’t let it
gonna always be smaller number in this fraction And no I am not over reacting For you I woulda tote the smith an western I woulda tote the smith
Bestfriend Blicky with the stiffy you gon Yeah Don't play with my dogs that's my Bestfriend Blicky with the stiffy make me tote My Smith and Weston yeah Don't
My dawg he got my back he tote that fye for me Don't say you my bro if you ain't gon slide for me Keep a killer in my passy I know gon ride for me
on go And that's on bro 40. On me I tote That bitch gon' blow You afraid to let it show Your goddamn pole People keep stealing my flow, it's cause I'm
Não brinca com a água, o toque te afoga Não brinca com o fogo, o fogo vai te queimar Tá queimar (uhm) tá queimar , toté tá queimar (eh) ta queimar
up chicken Black hummer take up a lot New money, I got me a lot Newsflash you can't get none New swag you can't even cop this Tote bag to tote my- Bad
You know Jawnie is a freak So lemme hit these streets Imma ride that dick like its a Bronco (Imma ride) Grip so good so he grab it like a tote (So
The grass you always smoked And the wristband that I stole The bandanas that we tote You're always green to me The grass you always smoked And the wristband
Blind nigga walk with the stick, bet I tote it I don't shoot once, let the nigga get the whole clip Talkin' shit, I don't give a fuck, you gotta show
Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi she bringin' a party So be on your top with her Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money You
I said I can't lose my focus Get them pistols and we tote it, yeah You know that we be on it Yeah you niggas, you don't want it Get that pistol and I
Sanz man what u on But I'm not telling em shit My niggas masked and on a drill We're gonna hit a lick Make sure that shit is clean Before you tote
You ever been in the trap You ever tote a strap Run up on me get clapped We don't fuck around like that We ain't gettin' down like that Jit and devo
That boy better go with his move I'm still on the block with the goons And yea I still tote a tool Pouring up I get high like the moon Say he gone do
für dich, Ich empfinde es als Pflicht, Tote Rapper lügen nicht, Ich schreib' dir ein Gedicht, Wenn dein Lebenslicht erlischt, Das letzte was du siehst
Put a couple hundred miles on a back of a chevy Life is getting hard but your love remains steady Ya it's hard to cope when this totes getting heavy
Lately it been real hectic up in my section Youngins tote Smith and Wessons fa they protection If you get out yo body then we gone check it Don't do
Bitch you running you get gun down Choppa make no sound Suppressor on that bitch But my weed I only smoke loud Tote a 4 pound Brought it straight
Sometimes you gotta take a L just to learn a lesson Sometimes you gotta go through hell Just to get a blessing Sometimes you gotta trap gotta tote
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