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I'm on the block with the Kay in my hand/
Long nose fo fo make u shit in ur pants/
Life is good and I thank God/
We under the sun looking fo your ass we mobbs/like arm robbers yall in the bus cross the border nicca we gon rob/I'm fuking hoes so much they wanna take my hustle money away/well the fuk should a nicca do when he ain't marry but pay/life is a lesson lil nigga stay in school/it take a metal to play with the tool

Look how Big it got I think IS the male plant

This kid keep asking me questionsI heard he's father be Malam

Tonton dikeh she fine shaa

That Girl IS too sexy

This art photo is sick it was the cover of the diss to Cam'ron funeral music

Hi um 33 and um looking for a job at the cafeteria

Rasta kick her blood claat ass out of the house

Luv her yo misses weezy f baby

Luv this black bmw

Money on my mind/
Nicca all the time/
Stay on my grind/
Always Trina shine/
Niccas tough I cross the line/
But I'm doing fine/
U rich um poor/
Big ass on the floor/
Long nose fo fo to ur door/
The stress that's for sure/
Ur girl keep chasing me so I pull out the fifth out of no where like paw u a LovePeddler/

I want some of these

Happy sallah day

Fuk thrump

A-town veteran, started at eleven
When and bought an eight-ball, I was staying down every since
That's why its hard to find a young rapper nigga better than
Bankhead resident, Westside represent, love-vendor Squad mobster
Grand Hustle president, heart of a lion and the nuts of an elephant
Trap musik heaven sent, you hating and it's evident
You trying to stack presidents, I'm tryin to set precedents
The comparison is insulting my intelligene
Cause real recognize real, and real you ain't never been
You never will, I catch ya where you chill,
holla at ya where you live nigga, Bleep a record deal (what's happenin)
I graduated out the yay, to stack a couple mill
Who would figure it would be a rap nigga I have to kill
My potnaz telling me shawty you have to chill (Bleep that shit)
but Ima end Up hating with steel, what is is, still dope boy trap niggas
Worldwide lovin it, haters see the spider and they wanna put a slug in it
Bleep it, I'm a G, I been a rider, I ain't studding it
Better get ya mind of mind, and start hustling

They thought I lay dead, I was playing possom
Spot me everywhere with the 8 like Kate Goslin
Niggas think they sit at the top, they just posturing
Now they hide their head like an ostrich
Optimus Prime and that gull wing feeling like I transform
Niggas still hands on, whip it like a sandstorm
Had the audacity to sell it in a damn poem
Get you higher Angelo, the author of this anthems
Your punch lines are mere jabs, they see through
Like the clear glass on that coupe I steer past
Money on my mind like my pillow is a vault
You niggas is soft so on that pillow’s where you talk
Can’t find it in them d-list actresses on mattresses
Your real chance to loving you bachelors, I laugh at them
Don’t you know that it’s money over bitches
Bitches love money, I granting them three wishes, freezy

Mmmmm tasty

Snoop d o double G

yungchop:
Okay

Um nice right

I shot ya
Arm & Hammer man got the hammer
Red bandana, get green, Bruce Banner (huh!)
Shakedown blocks, snapshots, no camera
Tote big guns, I'm a heavy metal handler
.38 Special, trey pound magnum
AK-47, run out of bullets, I stab 'em
Firearms, got 'em, who want a problem?
Hollows on the top, copper heads on the bottom
9 millimeter, gimme gun fever
Cold cold drink, Arm got it by the litre (what else?)
Holla at ya dog, realest hustler of all
Shoppin' with the Cafe is like shoppin' at the mall
I be the supplier for ambitious buyers
Ecstasy, rollin' like Michelin tires (huh!)
Nah, I ain't no multi-millionaire
But please believe, I'm the hardest nigga here

Don't talk to my nicca like that

I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time
I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB Bleep with me!)