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Um Yea

Cardi B

Um Yea

2017

We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil

goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me

Come and Catch Me

Young Buck

Case Dismissed

2006

Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!)
Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks
Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was

(Uh, huh)
You think I'm gettin' some
Buffalo wings how
I popped out with this blue cheese
Tryna rob, 40 fuck him up and he boozing
Can't breathe, hit too

I'm a Soldier

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

soldier
About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs
Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, 'cause we ain't sure
So don't flip me, 'cause you'll end up empty

stuck with Lil Quill since babies
Trapped on Candler, 1'5, Hood Baby (1'5)
I ain't have shit, woke up bangin' Lil Keed
I'm stackin' them racks
Got

call
Hit up Vick for sum of my dogs
And they handle it all
Gettin’ bread by the loaf
Then spend it in malls
Get it back
Stack them checks
I’m investing

call
Hit up Vick for sum of my dogs
And they handle it all
Gettin’ bread by the loaf
Then spend it in malls
Get it back
Stack them checks
I’m investing

up on his Bitch she get in, we out dis nigga mad she choosin 

He shouldn’t of tried to cuff tht Bitch she’ll do anything fa somee Gucci 

I been

headaches
Shut tha flip up an just nob ona cob
Dress in all black like I'm bout to go rob
All got our rolls so stay in yo lane
Catching new money an catching

the realest we get to the loot and don't fool with bitch niggas
Pull up a seat let me school these lil niggas
Always keep a tooly lil nigga
Never show and don't

hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

purse
Get a plug and go get you some work
Anything else but tryna rob fill your ass out a application and go get a job

Jingle bells, shotgun shells, step

Money that be passin you by hope that yo cake up
Bitches at the party shaken ass i'll be there later
To get faded, maybe wasted wit my homies by my side

Vulcan or somethin

Fly like Peter Pan, go Super Saiyan, never need it for nothin
All these rappers fed up, stackin' bands, tryin' to make a lil' somethin

and you learn, grind and you earn
Bitch I'm on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin' up money flippin' it too
Y'all ain't heard me but the Benjamin's do
I'm

wanna make it out the hood wit u by my side
She ma gangsta i know that she finna ride
And i know she'll hold it down when i'm doin time
Put a ring up

don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
What's your name? (Oh he's Hispanic man)

Ese Lil' Rob ready to take them to the street
Cuz I can

What's up ese
It's your homeboy
Lil' Rob
Representing my city to the fullest
San Diego, Southern California
That's where I'm from, simon

S-A-N

Were gonna be rhyming all day by all means necessary
When i'm spittin like a poet i feel like Lorca In the blood representing as a Borges and Gorka
I

the way that we spend
She'll never have to ask
How much we got left

Lil' thot 
Suck cock
Bet she got
Rot brain

Lil' thot
Suck cock 
Bet she got
Rot brain

whoa!

[Lil' Fame]
Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow
Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your (?)
(STREET TEAM) East coast up

He sweet for some pussy I’ll send my Lil bitch a dude 

Jay fizzle 
Watch I double right back on me 
Make em hop take a second up and hit the gas on em

you a sweet
Woah
I do this by my lone no I don't got a home
Bitch I do this for me, woah
Wanna know if I'm banked up
Pussy boy get yo bank up
Worry bout