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Careente7:
Btch pls don’t get it twisted ,
Was just trying to make you feel cool in the house just to get you evicted

Ur flow wack
I keep a long gat
Open ur bitch mouth nd tell her take all that

U a foolish loc

Folee guy

Fuk that nigga weezy he be tryna hit me with the slime and shit young thug lmfao

I really does it

Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Bleep you sayin' bruh
'Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it 'cause my windows tinted?
Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad 'cause your daughter Bleep with me on spring break
Well, I'ma Bleep her 'til the springs break
Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winning
In my four-door looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me three thousand
From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the Bleep I'm thinking
Bought that hoe a ring, it was for her pinky
Uh, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
Bleep y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black Phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)

Gyal wine up your body and wine to di top
Turn around turn around fi a backshot
Pose pon d cocoky like it's a drop top
Make me use me blackberry take a snapshot
Cause ah dat ah sum wen dutty match start
Your tight pussy plus fi me fat cock (eqaul)
Pussy open wen cocky knock knock
Browning say she never see a body dat black

Girl, so u skin out so me ah go push it inna
Cock it up pon d dresser let me push it inna
Mash it down pon d ground let me push it inna
Gyal your pussy never dutty gyal your pussy clean up
So u skin out so me ah go push it inna
U ever Bleep inna d club mke me push it inna
If ah me body u love mke me push it inna
Gyal your pussy never dutty gyal your pussy clean

Hmmmmmm

Vroom vroom vroom

Raindrop, drop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)

Niggas getting brooke thinking they could fuk with me/
My flow sick a rap legend um B.I.G/
I got a.k's and A.R u dont wanna mess with me/keep it real till I D.i.e/u can't get outta bussness nigga u so hungry/fresh to death/sucking on m'y dick with a hot breath/Ilm clean/Mean/5 dollars for the shirt and 16 dollars for the jeans/

What has this got to do with romance?

Honesty I had a long day
When you're too nice some niggas will come at you the wrong way
I can feel my patience going away
That's why I'm good weed blowing
The only nigga with 2 billion views
Tho hardly get noticed slash dopest, nigga, when he got his Kush jar open
Probably in the hot tub with my girls soaking watching VH1 tripping or adult swim
Them nigga kinda cool but they can't flow with him
After we done I smoke one then we go again
I'm tall slim and I know how to stack my bread
Instead of running you be throwing it back instead
I run game I don't know how to slack you get money but don't know how to act that's young nigga shit
I smoke strong cause it help me relax
And the crib get controlled by an app
I pull up with the stick
Hit the switch hop out to get a bitch
Tell her I ain't really nothing like the nigga she with
She convinced so she hop up in my 6-4 then we dip
Got papers got grinders so we lit
Ima pull up with a zip

Ye ye oh

Um all bout cake homey
Um tryna make Money
Niccas suffering out here out here is Sunny
Sometimes i think my girl dont luv me
Sickest rapper Alive
Mess with me then u die
too Much niccas sining now u praying for paradise

If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit
Same red bandana same 45th
Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch
Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit
Same telephone booth same connect
That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt same address
Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck
Homie if I could make '94 today
I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A
I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando
Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies, Bleep a rap career
I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga Tear
Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday
If I could bring back my homeboy charles, he would say

rice and cornbeef

Little nigga, big money, big dreams (big dreams)
Tall nigga, small nigga, big team (big team)
Small teeth, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans)
Some say my life can't be all that it seems (it seems)
Big things (big things)
Big hoes wanna go back to my spot, they say how my shit gleams (shit gleams)
Remember when I was a little nigga, fifteen (fifteen)
It's funny how I've grown, yea my money kinda long (kinda long, yea)
And ya girl know the words to every song (song)
Cause I'm a star (I'm a star)
Different week, ain't no tellin' where we are (where we are)
You look up, I might be gone, yea
The man pose to get that cash in (cash in)
Movin' I see through them lights flashin' (flashin')
And no need to even ask it (naw)
Bleep the world, live everyday like it's your last (last) yea (yea)

surah rahman by sudais

ha ha fuk up hoe

Stepping out the motherfucking car, they're in awe (Yeah)
I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish
Holler at your motherfucking boy, JR (Brr)
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah)
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick
I know
But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp
Then like ranch, I dip (Gone)
And the hustle is all muscle, just strength
When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah)
Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha)
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a love-vendor (Yeah)
Little nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we're talking 'bout money, baby, now we're talking

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