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I try, I can't escape
No lie, I'll go insane
Pull out just like Bruce Wayne
Hopped out, stay in your lane
Drive by 128
Hotline just going crazy
We

they cast me out, how ya like me now
You want to raise your eye brow
Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics
Shines like a comet, more dope

from her phone now
Tap out, yeah shorty love it when we go out
Class clown, yeah that's what they called me back at brown
Oh lil' mama will you cry for

I should've backdoor you
And janked you
Walk with the 50, ain't talking bout Wanksta
"What you rob me for
Xan?" To take out my anger
I go

out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug

I'm running up a bag can't miss lil nigga
You walking 'round crying like a bitch lil nigga
I'm trapping I ain't thinkin' bout a bitch lil nigga
You

Hide Out or Ride Out

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me 
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'

the block hot just like Lil Wayne
Classy like Chloe and Halle, nasty like Megan
Losin' me, you drop the queen like blackjack in Vegas ('Latto)

Ooh, ooh

that lil' bitch, she was crying out my name
She must've forgot I broke her heart in 9th grade
Wake up to a play
Loaded up the drake
Dirtied up the Fanta,

a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow

Making a good feeling grinning
Gripping

Lil Wayne 
Bitches lick my lollipop cause all eyes on me 
West coast shit bumping out the EA
In the south my boyz popping shit like champagne 
In

Kiss Your Ass Goodbye [Remix]

Beanie Sigel

After Taxes

2005

in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but

these bitches (swag, woo, woo)
Bitches call me Trippie (swag), I'm so fuckin' awesome (swag, swag, swag)
Posted out in Cleveland (ha), bags in Columbus

askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say, "Lil nigga, listen here
If I don't got no business there, I don't got

they cast me out, how ya like me now
You want to raise your eye brow
Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics
Shines like a comet, more dope

can send it
Back to the lobby or back to the bottom
Catching him crying I know that I got him
I'm watching him bleed I think somebody shot him
Not me

tweak for the price of a show
Call me T James baby everything gold
Think that I fuck wit you lil baby no
Can tell how she looking she fuck with the glow

Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It's the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up

a player hold the game by the book (yeah)

Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them

Look at Me

Lil Wayne

XXX [Original Soundtrack] [Bonus Tracks]

2002

a player hold the game by the book (yeah)

Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them

of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this

[Hook]
Say go DJ, cuz that's my DJ
Say go

Dirty work man just pull up an clean it (skr)
Flying birds I ain’t talking bout Phoenix 
Fork stering in the kitchen they remix 
Feds tryna nick me for p

Heard they been looking for Saint, lately it’s been hard to find me
Making moves state to state, still got the gang right beside me
Same bitches used

was down and out
What y'all did for me?
Not a damn thing
And if I got pulled up on
None of y'all motherfuckers woulda pulled up to the damn scene
Should