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if u bring that money and chop with me in Africa wettin e go do?NOW U STAY THERE AND DIE

GANGSTERS I LOVE MY NIGGAS AY NAIRALAND STOP PLAYING WITH MY NIGGAS LIKE THAT FUK ARROUND AND GET YOUR HEAD BUSS

yeah with that big fat booty she got

how u steal a woman song

I don't wanna talk much
You gettin' hawked up and chopped up
Two guns up on your tour bus
Heard you got the cops with'chu-that's a goddamn shame
The talk on your album, I thought you had a block with'chu?
Couple niggas to pop with'chu-you full of shit!
And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop with'chu
Waiting for a nigga... with' a mouth like you
When they said you was the hottest, they meant out yo' crew
I'm the hardest in New York City
Think not? I got a Glock, Sheek Louch style, you walk with me
You bitch niggas will die leery
I keep the 9 in the 5 Series
Why don't you come work a 9-to-5 with' me?
See, the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled
I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too
Pop up and put a clip in your mug
Hate is different than love, it spread faster-is you gettin' me, cause?
Shit, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave
Everybody get it now-Bleep it, it's a different day
And suck my dick when I ain't got shit to say
Niggas think I'm dumb like I ain't put them bricks away
Prepared for the war, anxious to kill
Bang shit, swing shit, leave you shanked in the grill
I ain't give a Bleep then or now, when or how
How many niggas die? That depend on Styles
WHAT!

i carry money give caro

I got enemies got a lot of enemies
I don't really Bleep with these niggas in the industry
Know a couple niggas from the hood want to finish me
And put me on a t-shirt RIP and memory
So I'm riding around with a drum on the Glock
On the gram niggas said I couldn't come to my block
So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop
Niggas know they touch me bllllrrrrr something get dropped
Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes
I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show
And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know
Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy
She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy
Flexing, it be fucking with these niggas mentally
Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga
VS stones on me still work in the dark nigga
Hundred and six shots pull up and park niggas
Jump in the big drop button to start nigga
Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it
Real niggas back in style they should thank us
All these rap ass niggas really wanksters
Real recognize the real you a stranger
Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert
Niggas and they fake jewels need a frauding alert
Put me on watch buster tell 'em all what its worth
Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works
New roll bust down call that Big Meech
Every time I drop shit hot fish grease
Every time you drop it is not that heat
Called your album seven days boy that shit weak
Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs
Still getting this money they think we got them birds
Every time I spit that's a thousand a word
Spoke it right to the system they say its power in words
Nigga we chosen we was chosen
Me Omelly had them hoes in now its Rollses
Back to back screaming told ya, niggas owed us
And they said they would expose us never showed us
Bleep them niggas though
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies
I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede
Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories
I'm gone I said I'm gone
Be the same niggas hating on the Chasers mad we ain't put them on
Bleep them niggas though

nightmares lol

is it true that gabon is like ?

Yeah, rap is hurt so I operate on it
And as I bleeped his mother
I am her father-in-law
In front of the bitches and the dudes, nigga you have to shut up
By dint of kissing justice I have more self-sper
I grew up in Trappes where crime reigned
The street has no rules but I make it bleed too much
I'm coming to hurt you in SLR
Leaves you as a dog on the sidewalk, you and your free entry SFR
I've done my time soon I'm going out on permanent leave
I'm white as snow, they're white as cum
And to make wheat we know how to do it
At home we give pitts not comments
Loubya and Adesses, Abs and pecs
Die dirty bastard, Sky Sec, Psahtek
I hold you, you hold me by the goatee
The first one to laugh will have a doggy style

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My gun shot whips squat
Ridin’ on them air shocks
Ice cream got the car painted like a blow pop, Ross
No top, just guts in the glass house
Ten blocks, no cut in my last house
Pull the pots watch out I'm a chef
It's Ricky Ross, I'm the boss and the fucking best
I'ma burn rubba (rubba)
I'ma burn cheese (cheese)
I'ma burn yeese, boy I'm trying to earn these

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