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No

Oh nah ay
Nah ay
Nah ay
Huh ah
Yeah

I know lil shotty be gone by the week
I'm out of distance I'm out of your reach
She said she for me I got

You just took an L with some goofy ass hoes Lil nigga you can't lie to me
I got the lean then mix with the drank, put Cream on the pussy, that's fine

City lights Catch me in  a new ride 
New ride 
Party nights catch me in a drive by 
Drive By 

Better watch ur six 
My boi Shlat in the mix 
Full

with a little mix
How many licks its gone take to get to where I'm tryna get
Got her in the kitchen cooking now come and get a fix
Lil baby make me proud

on any station
Listen, all this talk about fit and survival
Shouldn’t turn your lil bro to a rival
I get caught I ain't trying to bribe you
If you rob me

Ohhh

You know 

Who in here man 

Killa keem, Fronta

Kellz, Lah rob

Yah digg yah Understand me 

Yah heard me 

But look you know 

If you don’t

still
(Beautiful struggle continues)
Rob and steal and kill and extort and
I’m from a place where real is real
I’m just tryna breathe
I’m from a place

a play nigga send me my portion
If I politic with him we chopped up bout choneese
Know a nigga who trap jump he sponsored by Jordan
Them fifties

lil shawty say she bad but the vibes give me broke
I mix match the fashion you know how it go
Aye aye aye
I mix match the fashion you know how it go
Aye

match, I'm out in Queens
I keep the Desi by any means
I mix the Arc'teryx, with the yeah
I mix the Arc'teryx with the Gap
This not your hood, you gon' need

Hustlers

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead

2006

it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -

Hustlers

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead [Clean]

2006

it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -

Fuck what they sayin, we stay out the mix
I had a plan and I made it make sense
Fuck what they sayin baby, we legit
No lane changin, we high on a blimp

the secret path, ooh

eyes closed, 
guide me by your touches
swear this 
is more than enough and
i know 
that nothing else matters, 
this is getting better,

outside, he pulling up with Rob
Heard Double0 don't needa' bitch, can you pass the Cîroc?
If Flaco tryna catch a tandem, we go to the top
Lil' Bubz ready

Take My Stash

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'

He was skating in traffic and got put on ice
Damn
Drop Quagen in my cup and mix it with ice
Nah for real nigga
Let's go
He was skating in traffic

you rob your bro and you better not tell your mother
Chase for the jet, I'ma send that lil' ho right there through American
This ain't that, her time

the car his life up for auction
It's ah big ass funeral his life in a coffin
I aint tryna talk if it's up there
Lil bra went by hisself tryna see if he up

done hit this nigga bitch on camera, why he really cryin'

Get the private jet for the weekend, baby, where we flyin'
You say you know the gang, lil

Know Im way deep in my zone (In my zone)
Late night, thats when we go out in roam (Out in roam)
Mix da ice, slow it down and now its froze (Leddo it)

(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I seen you

to be honest you the only one special
Even when you don't sneeze, yea lil baby I'm always gon bless you

We gon argue, we gon fight
Make up sex by

I’ll mix it with some lean and have it purple like the night, should’ve charged my ass with arson by the way I flame the mic, you know it’s Inkyeyed