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the facepalm
Pretty no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on
Stay in your lane, don't get gassed at that station (oop, yeah)
Give him the chills, I got him

Trust no hoe
No thot
I Make like 20 bands when I walk up in the spot
They be like much you made today I say a lot
I can't fall again won't never tie

a Game the shit is not fair
And you played my life with no Shame but you don't care

You don't even want me in your Sight 
You was by My side I can't do

out that catalogue
Can't believe my eyes
So many women without a flaw
And I ain't gonna give it up
Steady, tryna pick it up, like a call
I'mma hit it,

perfeect aim
12 years old and i was really in da game
I aint nun like u niggas all u niggas hella lame
Free my brothers out the prison yeh they always took

just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain't got no choice
Verses keep comin', I should invoice my own voice

on a bad day
Take your bitch panties off like a band aid
And we eating like the mob these some big steaks
You ain’t never been real I see it in your face

we really got a problem we can
Solve it 'cause I want you
(yeah, I want you)
I ain't even finna cap, if you
Ask me for a band, i got you
(yeah, I got

freak, got beat for days
I take her to Gaucho, just look how she slaying
I ain't got time to be playing no games
My bag Vuitton, my jacket Balmain
Been

runners
No gloves no way Ima hit it she tryna touch and fuck no rubbers
She insist on getting her way enjoying the game cah im way to stubborn

My youngboy

playa)

For all the low brow bitches
Keep the peace for your own sake
'Less you gotta pussy don't be 
Calling me out my name

Put me in charge
This ain't

ain’t worry for a nigga (scratch)
I been in the hood tryna make a couple bands 
Walking through my city ya I got a lot of fans
Call it what you want I’m

Rockstar

Nav

Long Live Mexico

2019

(rockstar)
I ain't got a band, got bands in the ceil' (rockstar)
My diamonds hit, you can tell they real (rockstar, yeah)
Shit bitin' like Tyson

the hardest
Broke when I started
Now I'm turnt up 
So turnt up
I'm turnt up the loudest
The proudest
No shame in the game
Not lame with the fame
Name never done

Turn me all way up
l know l got that flow back nigga
You got couch here

Real rap peel back in the Mac black
She ain't at where I'm at send that ass

Street Life

Rick Ross

Port of Miami [Clean]

2006

to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it

Way before my first key

Simone
I feel like Michael baby shamone
Grabbing my nuts with one hand in the air slide hit that moonwalk
It ain't no shame in my game I do my lil dance

enough to make em smile
I know it's all worth while
Ain't no shame in being down
Rock bottom, that just mean you climbing out
Failure ain't an option
So

wanted me dead cuz he's part that gang
That kill good man, no shame
Got pulled by 12 with the hard
Next thing you know I'm facing a charge
If I ain't

insane
I give em the go
And they up in your driveway
No boo we on no games
So talk to me nice
Fore we show you how we bang
Cuz it ain’t thang mane,
I smile

Everythang's Corrupt

Ice Cube

NCIS: Los Angeles The Original TV Soundtrack

2013

dyin' in piles
Its fishy, politicians smell like my bowels
Talkin' that shit, really crampin' my styles
I got many, now I'm pinchin' pennies no doubt

I'm happy you came, let's suck up some game
No dirt on your name, be you with no shame
Let's goose up from lane, suckers can't fit in the frame
All

Yea
Ooh yeye
Ain't no question me I do it for the streets
Control the game okare k'dlala number 6
All that talking boi you need to take a seat

What you

Oh shit man
I ain't playing games
Money on my waist
Never catch a case
Moving super quick boy
Like I'm in a race

Countin all these bands
Man she see