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Unless the nigga died by the police
Every time I come through the hood
They done put a young brother on a tee
And y'all ain't give a fuck about him
super soakin, she's aquatic, I'm hypnotic
All these drugs make me do them dances Hokey Pokey
I don't give a fuck about you low key
Gotta get rich every
say to all you playa-hatin muthafuckas
Why'all better respect the South
We on a come-up, nigga
And we did this shit for the hoodrats, the hot girls,
the Clermont Twins
AR shake everythang, Mizz Twerksum
I fell in love with opiods, Mr. Perc' Something
Call up big bro, man, you know he finna murk something
a Jekyl turned to Mr. Hyde
She can be my Lois Lane tonight
I'll pick her up, we'll take a flight
Not affected by the kryptonite when she in sight
I'll fight
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
could use a little reparation for all the doubtin and fakin
I been facing where I'm at now
I feel Big Brother hands on me
Saying don't you go runnin lil
Young billy blast em up, I gives a fuck, all about my double up
Catchin bubble up, now I'm here to let you know
Bitch you better give it up
Don't lay it
what happened
I keep it a hunnid Benji you niggaz a hunnid pennies
You a kinda ass nigga And umma up all kind of semis
You prolly should go find ya
When I up on a beat
The only deal is tryna feel a lil more about me
Night rise up at the creek
Downtime working for me
Please count me out if you
chilling at the top
You ain't breaking in lil' boy, we been in this shit, we keeping this shit on lock
Y'all too cap, man I don't wanna hear shit, y'all be
My lil baby w me shine all the time,
When i hit her up i tell her she fine n she mine
I ain’t givin up for you no me n mines gon be fine
For a minute
to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
straight out of me
That's my lil' man
Next time I come to the booth, we gon' rock out
And you know I'm all the way outside with that Glock out
If you out
to war with whoever
About mines
You was steady giving signs
For you a fool
I was wrong for steady trying
Damaged inside I can't describe
I just know
You gon' have to keep up with me on here
Handle the business, I'm all man
We had to drink from the storm drain
In front of the judge
you can't buy class
School of hard knocks, I'm a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap, it's Hova
Dip in different Rovers, whippin' with
you can't buy class
School of hard knocks, I'm a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap, it's Hova
Dip in different Rovers, whippin' with
and recognize the alphabet
You can't survive in a room full of Gs
Coached by my Uncle Lil' Mane, I resemble him
They tryna steal the game
And we killing all
I love the way you activate your
Hips and push your ass out wantin it so bad
I'm about to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby,
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
like they know me mane
Talking down I just be in my lane
All that sneak talking boy you really lame
Never gave a fuck about a hater mane
Im so hot
I don't mind being all alone
But I don't wanna be without you
Girl I always think about you
And question life if I don't have you
Ooo
Why do you make
concerned about what a hoe got
You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot
When you pass a nigga, come to a slow stop
Wonderin' how I'm lookin' when
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