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Big smithen for the weapon Lil nigga who u testing I’ll shot my shots like Kd but not  really Brady.if the opps in the spot where they at.stars in

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I don't understand you, you are old news
Wait, why you tryna
Damn I been ballin' nigga
They all call me Spalding
Getting sponsored by Spalding
Bitch

Blowin on cali I'm Carolina
You follow ya nose and you'll surely find us

We might be fish bowling in vip
But the dance flo where it fuckin be

All these

You-
Don't have to feel, some type of way
I know it's real, by how it tastes
Get to ya-
Didn't mean to make you cry
I'm always out of line
You say it

dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh
(Yeah)
Im doin' fine by myself
I don't need nobody else
Im just ridin' through my city with my handle in my

no more on a rat we just gone dance on him
Niggas Tryna copy the wave go get a pencil
Lotta drip n slang that's my thang but I don't bang
Stay with

you starin' like I put a trance on you
Yeah, we outside got the Lambo doin' spins on you
In the back of a Maybach, she said "DOMMO, let me dance you"

School on Lock

Unlinked Artist

Foolish [Clean]

1999

I'm home or my way
Caps, lil' brace used to stay back
Second grade is where the fun is at
We be gettin' stacks with y'all and stan jack
Can't hear

coastin' Ridin', coastin
Shake it, baby, go do it for me
Hit a lil' dance, bring the mood for me Girl, you been sexy, nothin' new for me I'll keep you by my

Blicky real sticky I'm feelin real icky
Pop out like Ricky chain dance around
Back on da ground pistol all loaded
Pop out real gloated ready to unload it

could find a whine
That's when I spot her in the corner with no one by her side
Ah slide in right behind ha
She say
"Boy you out of order,
But you know

fucks
Running up your block
And let that blunder fuckin buss
We gon take all your loot
I'm gon show you what it do
I'm gon hang you by my BB Belt
And take

for a champ got to have her under belts
That mean her head right by Louie buckle
Strong jaw I can't wait to work her muscle
Don't wanna hurt you

for them bands uh 
I flew in for them bands uh 
30 bands money dance uh 

If she really bout her bag she gone fuck onna low 
And if she fucking me she

to hear that
Remember I couldn't Identify
We was 'round them white folks
Seemed they lived a lil different than I
The shipment's been giving a different

just stealing my back
Root of the tracks
My route retracking
Tracking you back
His hands are empty, he
Used to have plenty

I've worked hard and hard

a lil dance
And my dick ain't hard thats a brick in my pants
Know my clique came far, so I go and shout the bands
Why you stressing bout ya man's? Why you

On that South by Southwest shit
We was lit, big bags of okie on the highway
Played a lil' Hall and Oates
And then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in

Mottorola phone I ain’t worried bout no opps
Ok, mottorola I ain’t worried bout no opps
Don’t try me lil nigga risk your life you’ll get shot

yea
He got some nerve I can tell by how you moving he ain't ever put work
Arch it for me
Pop that pussy give you something you deserve
Tip your toe in

lil' fatty, that's the best he ever had (ayy, ooh)
I'm finna tease him, make him mad (ha)

If he want it 
He gon' have to spend them racks, racks,

nineteen
Wish I could kiss her on her cheek
Wan just did a ten, he got out
Ain't miss a beat
Ridin' 'round in a Benz
Gettin' massaged by the seat
Lil' nigga

shit push me to the edge, but this is Uzi Vert (yah! yah!)
Ya lil best rapper list is trash, I glimpsed and laughed/
Bars on other niggas tabs
I’ll whip

fucking with 
A made man
Hit yo ass wit 
Eight Lugers 
Spin you 'round
Do the Blade dance 
Straight shooter 
Smart ass lil nigga
Rest In Peace 
To my late