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cuckoo

A little crazy, shady, rock a by baby
Rock that fucking boat until that baby gettin wavy

Want the money and the fame but she feeling sort of lazy

hearts so dead
My eyes so red
I feel so high
And I'll be there
Watch me blow
I'm next
So watch me blow
Watch me blow now
Watch me blow right now
Watch me

features
I put on only goat
So many people really hating
I hang em like they coats
Everybody everybody, omo this year we go blow
We go blow by his grace

the block when twelve sat up on that one way
Got dumb cake
I had a pocket full of blows on a mountain bike
When I had the Nats fitted it was red and white

get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime (you better)

The soul's escaping through this hole that it's

Careful

Kevin Gates

Stranger Than Fiction

2013

Shawty look good but her friend look better
Wish I would have known that before I even met her
We could blow strong when we kickin' it together

coming with me
I see you by my side
I see you rocking Seezy
I see were going high
I'm dressed in all this louis
I'm dripped in minimal ice
Coz Virgils in

Philly
I mean really? I mean really...
Jacky got her hair sitting pretty
Red bottoms got you sweeping through the city
She snatching wigs and they snapping

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th

MIDDLE CHILD

PnB Rock

TrapStar Turnt PopStar

nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down

So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'

this fucking glimpse of fame man ya
E come un toro, when I see you I see red
But I don't got no time to waste
Quindi implora dio che non ti ammazzi
Prima

I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some 
Red
Red rum red rum red rum

I'm sick in the head
When I shoot

like the shit you step-ep-epped in

Oooh it's your move
Are you playing by the rules
And don't do's
I'm playing by the hands
Uh huh
Swing if you feeling

on my way straight to the top
Drip drip drip let it mop
Red bottoms like a porcupine
For my lil one got by
Boy i am money machine
I should make me

Yeah, super, uh, fly
Check the 'louers, ay ('louers)
Louis V check from the Buddha, yeah (Buddha)
Get his thing, got to shoot them, yeah (pew pew)

Handwriting on the Wall

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

and sour niggaz wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram 

I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy 

The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan

Gleeko don't fuck with the playing
I put niggas on shirts like a brand nigga
Niggas pull up and blow like a band

Bitch I can fuck up your plans 
My neck

Don't Play With It

Young Thug

Drip or Drown

2017

blow me a kiss
I sip the six, spot 'em too big
I don't get Cris, I'm high as it get
Addys and grits, ayy
Don't play with it
I'm clutchin' all day

V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just

follow me 
Yeah, you from D-Block right? 
Ruff Rydin all night, you outta see my lights 
Watch the 'gnac get chased by the champagne 
Mary jane blowin,

addition by subtraction

See me fly out
Always at the top never slide down
Looking like a killer, Bonnie Clyde type clout
And a white shirt got a red tie dye

bitch you gotta scoot
Might blow a rack on a coupe
Might fuck that bitch in a coupe
They call me Curry cause these niggas know imma shoot
Im wit a birdie

for my crown
Cuz Stormpest will blow down

if a nigga run up on me I got 30 bullets sitting in the choppa finna fuck a nigga life up
He was talking cash