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This out to my Dawgs
5 by 4 yeah we our own boss yeah
I write my own bars
Dreaming bout life I be looking to the stars yh
I be Looking to the stars

was the type want a man just to make her rich
At first I was frontin' like I had some guap
I was askin' for twenties from pops
Was tryna become an OG

gave my big homie paper, I said pay me later
He fucked up and folded and shit
By the end of the week, had them boys hit a sweep
Cuz he thinking shit

can tell by the smell
Huh im in the jeep
Im in the big BB Okay lets go
Came wit the chopper da beam
I got the chopper da beam dont want no smoke no
Ima

Link up

All she ever wanted was a rich nigga (was a rich nigga)
All I ever wanted was 'bout ten figures, ayy (was 'bout ten figures)
I was

me cuz I'm a fly guy
Big dick come with big knot hard to come by
Switch wrist, switch bitch, like I switch watch
You know what time it is, skin-a-clock

Cokey Shores Posh Gang, bitch
Cokey  Shoes Posh Gang
Big  bags with ya bitch
Big bag yo bitch suckin' my dick, nigga

Now let me introduce you

Uh. uh. Top Notch! Look!

I done seen the toughest n*ggas turn into a b(tch. I done watched a poor man front like he rich. I saw some wanna be

him licking his mouth
Ima bad bitch, look at the way that I walk
Said fell in love with me, by the way that I talk
Big bands, big bands
Only fuck with

Can't you see that your shoes are in season
Everyone's rich fam you should leave It
'Cause you're mum gets the
Bus every evening
What's good for this big

Can You Feel Me

Dru Down

Can You Feel Me

1996

said I'm deep down and dirty  I grew up hella early. 

Can you feel me? 

I said I fantasize about tha dreams  havin' big fancy things. 

Can you

York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by

Yeah, yeah
(Beats by Choc)

Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money comin' in, that's

I'm talkin' to you, big bitch, you

I'm Keyoncé, and I'm Kelly Rowland
Hold up, don't stop
Keep the camera rollin'
Old money in the old block
I got

to the pavement.
Watch the smoke clear ‘cause the fire was blazin’.
Know a couple fake people but I’m not namin’.
Got big dreams so I’m on a money mission,
Want

is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call,

Feelin like da man when I walk thru
Rich homie Crip and im fuccn wit da dogs to
Rollin with da drake in the 6 like this OVO
Say I aint the flyest then you

shit must desist
All these guns gold an false prophet shit 
Made us satisfied wit bein nigga rich
The term black wealth that shit won't exist
Until we

all of your schemes
Dropping big figures in amounts unseen
But how can I do that when my account is clean, he said
Always live, Beyond Your Means

of fallbreezy
Old school friendly no tall buildings
Rollin metal swollen
Wit my brother nolan
Down ya
Motha fuckin block
Slangin gods
Hell yea
If you got

with that Big Bad Wolf
In Granny’s jumpers
I might

Nah

I only blow gas
But you can blow me all night while I sit back on my ass

Drop that roof
Drop

wanna be so I'm strollin
In tha hood
Hot 12's for the go, rollin
Only what tastes good
I made this beat, I'm tryna rap on it, but at ballin
I ain't no

nigga, stay mad, read the text
Take your shorty, I just want her for the sex
Kick her, cause she ain't givin' no good head

Big drums is what we love

the gang, like she my fuckin' favorite wopper
Heard your big brother die, tryna hop the fuckin' fence
Brother, he got dropped by a bitch and I just rolled up