talk to me But nobody believe that my knife talk to me I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me I got
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me 'bout your styling cap Tryna find a way but u never got a map Dream chaser, risk taker No favor, though haters They might want me to drown Holdin' me
nobody doin Dee no favors I'm tryin' to get major with minor risk Maximisin' the minimum of time is spent On the heist, nice and easy believe me I take
you know me, I've never seen homie He try to lean on me I'ma put the beam on him Tele-screen on me, really if he only Knew that we split him like a blunt
eta fucked none less than a hundred percent, The hustle that?s in me, my thug mentality Show me what to do to improve my salary, Don?t nobody move cause
My goons gone wack something they ain't askin' My goons on beat, ain't nobody laughing My goons favorite words, "Let me gone jack em'" Y'all let me
Shawty so wow, shawty got style Doing everything to me to make me just want it now I can see how, body keep mesmerizing on me with that beautiful smile Checking me
we stand, divided we're fall Sing with me y'all Your love don't make no sense to me You get with me and you set me free Baby your love don't make so
You came out seem'n normal and I heard you on medication Had a illness you couldn't heal with herbs and meditation And believe me, Me and T, Three kept
Lock ohh ohh yeah You change the game I like your thug style When I'm around you You always make me smile Make me so excited Come on don't deny me Ooh
I got me the black and tan, patent leather with the gray Match ?em with the skinny jeans, it's off with the shades I know you see me, I know you see me
in da kitchen Never shot nobody but I'm damn sho' itchin' to blast you Cuz in your dream you shot me then you woke up and found out you can't stop me
't apply to me present or past You can meet me at the mall an' get my autograph Or you can flash back, if you can do all that Me Fred Benz an' Freddy
number three Cause ain't nobody bad like me It's the, it's the rizzapper You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up Non-believers who didn't believe
that like that watch me trow it right back,nobody can stop the bentley on top drive or survive you safe me i think not,now they think 50 made me baby
it's too shallow for me to dig you Feel me Man these wack niggas kill me The wordplay was sweet but the rhymes don't thrill me You lose Quit believing
Engineer Gotta Nine Label Boss Gotta Ruger Yeah Right We Ain't Stupid We Don't Believe These Losers Gotta Mac In Da Booth Tell The Truth, It's A Computer So Let Me
