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The fucking nerve (Uh)To assume (Mm)
I transport by foot, apparently apparently few (Few)

Know of the scenic route, smuggling underground happens under their

her ribs
Brody tryna get a bag, I'ma coach him so he win
Make yo bitch fall in love, she get a dabble of this potion
By myself chasing money, God

the content Bum shit
Shouting out names only when you see a thumbprint
Dropping dimes to authority to get extorted no comment
Heard ya out west no deal we'll

on truth.
Morales and virtues
Now every time I hear the news
I need tissue!
All these school shootings
Bums looting
Nations dwelling
Governments protruding

Backseat bandit got yo bitch in tha whip goin crazy
Why tf you flex 20 10s that shit be hella petty
I'll hit from steph range big 30 couldn't faze me

on empty
I know why they sick of me
Member when them SoundCloud checks was 50?
Then I ran it up now its 20 times 50
Bad bitches all at the show tryna like me

stepper I’m applying heavy pressure/
You a fuck nigga so I gotta charge you extra/
Fire sell itself don’t need no tester/
Yo designer knock off can tell by

bum[00:49.21]And my side ho, got two big tatas. She give me head, she give me mata[00:52.60]She gettin nothing, she gettin nada!, huh, huh.[00:55.57]I will not tell

by his slouching[00:57.60]Could not see with his bitch on top[00:59.52]So I got the TV mounted[01:00.98]Got CC on my belt so of course she undone

hit twenty-two
But by then I was through
Every system

Wishing I would've listened
And paid attention
To them old heads wisdom
That they  was kicking

transaction
I sold them all for 15, let my dawg get the backend
Yo line slowed the fuck up cause they know that you keep crap in
Auntie call me every 20, she

no time
I'm banging crip triple ones but I'm Fucking with the slimes
How the fuck you twenty plus and you Only got a chime
My bitch bad she exclusive

not like this

seen a nigga pull up in a drop like this 

diggin in his pocket see a knot like this



20 bags walkin out Givenchy that’s light

VVS’s

baby
And see what it is
When you tired of that bum sex
Come and get with this
Tryna see what's in that sundress
So I can get in it
I'm just chilling I

the money  you should've tasted   I ate up tonya bag and you bums still still running late getting  fucked in da ass nigga  duck when I pass cus u know u

blow these pipes like trumpets but this drum my favorite instrument
We been up on that score we started small and went by increments
So bitch give me my

blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs

Can't Have Nuttin'

Das EFX

Hold It Down

1995

a motherfuckin' bum
'Cause when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin' none
The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
They used to call me Petey

a hunnid heads
Made 20 thousand off top
That's a butter spread
Then get the baking man dropped how
Much I love the bread
You know my youngin caught a opp
You

the alleyway
Looking for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full

gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose's gettin' runny, they thought they could freeze us (yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' white

Shit I meant a ruler 
Drive by on a scooter
Shit I feel like scooter 
I'm lit getting booted 
My gang going stupid 
She shot up by cupid 
In love with

a savage bruh
My cousin Rudy doing 20 up in Attica
You can't hold water then why you pick the cup up?
These rap niggas Master Splinter, they body by the dump

he was shorted by his man
Live to see 20 trying to take a nigga bands
Live by a friend you gone die by a friend
Cotton mouth ima stuff em in wrap
Ice