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Yeah, my fucking Banlieue Sale is too popular
We rob, we deal and the little ones find it fashionable
For the homies, I always have 2-3 'cups in my car
For the jealous, always 2-3 bullets in my brolic
Two helmets and a bike, nigga, it can end there
I'm too far, I'm sponsored by NASA
Always ope, in the street the cops, the 'cups check me out
Nigga, I get high, I have the flow cut with bicarbonate
Jealous people talk too much, will never want to be silent
Marlich the pussy, from the pussy, to the pussy to their grandmother...
Dangerous is my suburb but don't worry, I manage
In the 7-8 we sink by dint of eating stones, yeah
When there is confusion, the baltringues shit on it
In Trappes, we have guns, Bleep his mother ju-jitsu
And we fuk you, we fuk you, I don't give a fuk
I take my bif, soon I'm leaving in Royal Air Maroc

EWW

I LOVE GHANA MAN

Since I lost you Im lost too,
nigga feelin like he at the bottom like a horseshoe,
sorry for the trouble I put u and your heart through,
GOD knows that I do anything for her part 2.
Ought to be praying for the day you come back to me,

saying that you forgive me, give me another chance,
im needing it like a kidney,I dont wanna advance,
give me back her hands, give me back her touch I dont ask for much,
but I f**ked up , I know f**ked up, I admit I f**ked,
but everybody f**ks up, now this other nigga lucked up,
tellin me & crew dont give a f**k..cause ah, we from New Orleans,
she was from Georgia, she was my down chic, I was her soldier,
I was her gangsta, She was my shoulda,
You were the pistol to my holster BANG!

100Barz:
Fadal the Mosquito 🦟 Bite

Never Think Hard in Free-Styles, this Mcee Hammer-Smith Words that Carry Weights~ now U Under Pressure.
From my Arsenal of Knowledge, am a Hit-Man With These Lines, Wrapped with Tapes~
Punch-Lines so Raw I am have this Suckers Censored.

I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy
I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy
Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up
Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say "Put on a beat"
Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel

NICE SHIRT

MONEY ON MY MIND

awwwww

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of hard bein' Fadal D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the Gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as I breeze, through
Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' (six in the mornin')
So what you wanna do? Shit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

21 WOW

IM ON THE BLOCK ALL DAY
UM TRINA GET PAID
SOMETIME I BE THINKING ABOUT SLANGIN THAT YAY
NIGGAS HATE ON UR FACE
AND SMILE UP ON UR BACK
MESS WITH ME U GON GET CLAP
I AINT A ASSHOLE BUT I GOT DUMB MINES
AND I AINT A SOLDIER BUT I GOT LONG NINES
U NEED TO DO TIME
CUZ U BOTHERING MY FREEDOM
I GOTTA A ALLOT KILLERS A NIGGER CALLED WISDOM
STAY FRESH
STAY BLESS
DONT TEST
OR UMMA LEAVE MY CUM ON UR BITCH CHEST

They said "tomorrow is far away", but we don't even believe it
Fuk you, I'm by the sea, I turn on my Cohiba (bye-bye, bye)
I come back from the Netherlands, I increase the GDP
We make the leases and I fuk the prohibited ones, the job, it doesn't pay (never)
Igo, give me the mesh, give me the bay or I break the window
She wants to buy new clothes, she works for us on Vivastreet
What's the point of playing crazy?
We'll come and get you where you live
A phone call, a wad in the envelope
I have enough to take my life away

SWEET

We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen

Paoh! Paoh! pooh ! I blast Ya head with ma flows
Break ya jaw wit ma lyrics,tell ya B*tch wats in ma blow
Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in ma Jeep, don't sleep till dey 6 feet deep
No 'lax' in my lyrics dey jus' potent
Bleep homicide, I'ma ride, keep flexin'
I keep rollin' till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit ma peeps make yeah,they trash ya
Number 1 contenders, I put ya on injured reserve
that's what ya desarve
N*gg8,beef me till ya see ma lyrics sell 20million minimum
Everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum,
I'mm gonna explode and I burn up the road like hummer2 jeep
Grow up in the hood' always say it known bama peeps
PlayB flex around the globe,n*gg8z thinkin' it's stolen
Sumtimes i wanna bust like i'm swollen
Cos i aint like how N*gg8 killin' n*gg8
Wann gotta preach 2 d world like jigga
Understand, the world's in my hand, no question
Some live with this scam, no stunt
PlayB' play back,Bitch play the front
And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck
while i got u you puff in a sack'u suck
Cause yo, I'm about to blast off

GIVE HIM ONE SLAP FOR ME NOW

GIVE HIM ONE SLAP FOR ME NOW

ZO NANGA MEANS COME HERE HAUSA

YO SOMEONE HELP ME

I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy
I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy
Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up
Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say "Put on a beat"
Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel

Dickie shorts, Bally belt, boxer briefs
Bitch of course this marathon is where you ought to be
Shoppin' sprees spendin' thousands on designer jeans
Exotic women, Mercedes Benzes with bucket seats
Pretty feet, pretty hair that blow in the breeze
It's pretty rare that she meet a nigga as real as me
Especially when she fishin' in this music industry
But luckily she bleeped around and bleeped with me
Surround myself with the finer things
I guess I'm Hollywood 'cause I'm enjoyin' what my grindin' bring
I'm All Money In, dot I-N-C
Minus the major record label time to rise to feet
On every stage I'm givin' everythin' inside of me
But she gon' give it back after the show in the Le Montrose suite
My nigga Rimpee's got a big freak (what's up? Ayy)
Down the hall get crackin' over this beat