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One in the head, I already cocked it |
Cardi, with the Glock |
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! |
All this money that Im gettin make a nigga slaughter your main |
When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not |
Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, |
Yall niggas aint in the streets , yall niggas is industry |
From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate |
Will you buy any tape, |
I bought a Benz |
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on |
Im the murder man , Uzi man |
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! |
Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on |
Five bands, I’m at the rex |
Bitch I freestyle, I don’t write shit |
I just cooked a whole brick |
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin anything |
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. |
I swear Im in safe mode now |
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah |
I done grew up in the whole atlanta really |
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love, |
Oh for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! |
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. |
Feel like Im the greatest rapper came out the South |
You have deserved nobly of your country, and you |
We dont type on keyboards, we shoot choppas |
Metro in this bitch, you know he put that funk in it |
You are transported by calamity |
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? |
Star on my Nike, today |
This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore |
Now ah potna scoring |
A savour that may strike the dullest nostril |
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks |
Humble nigga, but I like to tote that four five |
I got all my chains on, I got all my chains |
He must, and will |
Than your good words. But who comes here? |
Yes. Has he affections in him, |
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; |
Cry lost, and so good night! |
Margaret. |
Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy |
ChopStars, yeah |
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! |
His coming hither hath no further scope |
Hit that ho until 4 in the mornin |
Got a crash course in passports, and flying bitches through airports |
Then I find his body by 3 Mississippi |
Fuck nigga please |
These facts, lil nigga, Im the truth |
We not gon play round with a bitch, ya dig |
Main bitch fuckin my partner |
Aim it at your temple , shooters behind me driving in a rental |
Had them killers on your step like DoorDash |
of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding, |
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though |
Fra 70 nord til Slettebakken |
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; |
Always talk to myself cause its only us |
Might jeopardize my checks |
Ima sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie |
Cross the fam, I put a bag on his ? |
Them cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned |
Used to be my nigga, but you changed up dog |
Im a sav, but I fuck her to a slow so— |
Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither; |
You better watch where you stepping |
Would you still love me? |
You play with the gang, youll get slaughtered |
For what before it was. |
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. |
I got young niggas that pull up, theyll smash, nigga |
That come before the swallow dares, and take |
that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this? |
Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he |
61, man, a nigga need some leg room |
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. |
808 the motherfuckin Mafia, nigga |
VVSs all on my wrist, my nigga, white stones just to match my chain |
Four o Glock, yeah |
Niggas snitchin, I put ten on a Aston |
Catch a nigga ridin down College |
favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the |
I Still Dont Trust These Bitches |
Im from the five, middle finger, Zone 6 |
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats |
Yall niggas rats like Mickey |
That were the cause of my imprisonment. |
His curses, then from bitterness of soul |
Then she let go and get to twerking |
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. |
Then I degraded you from being king, |
I need a rari, and a Lambo |
All I hang around is bad guys |
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd |
These niggas funny like Dave Chappelle |
Fuck it, spin again while they grieve |
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