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Fraud)
Pull up in that V (yeah)
She like Cherie when I leave
You say we ride on these bitch niggas real quick (yeah)
Let's get 'em

Now, every time I

Look at me now
Yeah
Look at me now
Yeah
Look at me now
Picture me rollin
Ballin on all of these n you know that I think that im Jordan
Tell em look

And does it make you wanna cry
When you're out there doing what you're doing
Are you just getting by
Tell me are you just getting by, by, by

Where there is

shit

You might just lose your life, or you could lose your watch
Thirty out this glizzy when I pop, lil' boy, it's gon' be hot
I tell your bitch, get

ahead take a shot now
Cam well he better have em' on a lock down
I'm a OG no caps lock
Get your ass got thinking that you fucking with the kid
Girl I'm

oh (Oh, yeah)
Where is your mother, boy
'cause I can’t tell
Won't let you drive me crazy
That's for someone else
I wanna know where this goes
Now it's

Y'all big cap 
All facts 
 
Where them racks that you speak of in ya raps
Boy you cap 
Y'all some big-time stunnas like baby and manny 
Big Bugatti talk

push it, ah, push it)

I can tell that you want it by the way that you on me
Go on and put on your saddle, I'm 'bout to hop on the pony
When we fuck,

but that cash real
Tell that codeine
"See what you done made me"
Rather you agree with me lil' baby
Rather keep a secret to the grave shit
Fucking with

your eyes
I know the future has been passing you by
These other niggas, they just passing your time
They don't know how to ride the tidal waves that

Get jiggy
Posted on the cornerblock in my city like comitee
An im really like that if you run up you get 50
An that bitch be chillin wit me
Better get

Chuuch!

J. Prince

Trill O.G.

2010

ever was
That dirty south shit
That you can only get from us
That H-town, slow down, drop the screw music
And it ain't going no where so get used

show that side
But if that don't work, tell him it's alright
cnd beg the preacher don't take too long
Cause folks round here don't get much time off
Just

London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams

4 U

Rick Ross

Speechless

2014

Two bands for the red bottoms
Go where rollie live they get that good good got em, yeah
Ain't no comparison
Ricky air is in the condo in the mandarin

tryna pop one 
If I spot em 
I got em 
Jesus Christ is wha I up na 
Surrender 
You stuck huh 
Give it up 
It's over 
Dumb dumb 



They be telling me I

hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way to being a star
Get on ya job hater
Tell em get on they job
You hating better get on ya job cuz I'm on my way

and Waylon were with me
'Cause them boy's have been where I am

I'm bluer than that neon up on the wall
Drowning my sorrows in grain alcohol 
Everywhere I

truth within
Life is controlled by the skin
By the flesh, by your chest
You just tryna do what's best
Let me tell you something
Latin X, man that just

it well
God knows I'm a sinner, I try my best to do well
In a world where you get praised when your integrity fails
Young boys with F and N's don't

where I be
From da 9 to loop side
We outside
Call the toko Uweeh
When we pull up
Let's slide
Get high
Tell'em roll another one
We ain't done
We ain't

gone take his flesh
Throwing bullets make em catch strings wrapped around the tec
BUBB Mafia the big gang y'all ain't banging that
So tell me where y'all

not Tito 
Have a couple babies, now let her get up 
If we prayed and respected by big and the little 
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame 
Get

comin up to y'all like, "Which one is you?"
You the fat one! Tell 'em that's your name
You will tell a joke whenever too, that's your game
Yeah, who