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(Jiles)
Skipping thru the block in some hunnid dollar socks
Feel like Felix with the mask when I’m running down a op
Imma one man team, imma take up all the shots
My side bitch a big tease but she be giving me the mop
Big boy, big toy
Watch me clear the whole venue
She a big snack, big meal and i got pussy on the menu
PH balance balance out When she teeter on the dick
Ashing out ya dead homies, just don’t ash up in my whip
Home invader back in town , and we running through the cheese
Older brothеr gave me rides, riding shotty was his fiеnd
Those was good days, rob the corner store for food and liquor
Feel like Lupe
Haram Somali bitch with it boy, she go both ways
Another dead body hit the pavement, another cold case
My younging thirsty for that lick, so i gave the okay
For the love of the money boy like The O’jays

(Felix)
All these niggas full of shit
Might just move to budspest
Finna flood out all my wrists
Just to shoot my cover yeah
Long as I’m felx, imma raise up my fists
At the top skyscrapes ,screaming "How can I miss?"
I was hollow last year, but I was thuggin that shit
Almost off the edge yeah, That muholland drive shit
Nevermind, settle down, need a Nike check
Alyx nike shit, check out my fit
No one the corner got a swagger like him
Make hid own hits, handle my biz
Mastermind, Number nine, come to mind yeah
When I’m 'round, don’t you all, come around here

(Luke Bar$):
My bitch like Mariah, I'm like Richard Pryor (yeah)
Talk to her nice, she wet just like the Nile yeah
My dawgs pop niggas like fucking pop tires (uh)
I eat a rap niggas up like papayas
I rap circles around rap niggas no bias
I wrap the wrap around your neck until your dying
Look inside your eyes I dare you just to try me
He don't war, he a certified pussy (bitch ass nigga)
Throwing gang signs boy whenever I'm with Rutland (yeah)
My chain hangs low, you will never see me tuck it (yeah)
She said imma jerk, ion take her out in public
Ion fuck with chicken these bitches always cluckin'
She wanna stress me out, wanna be fendi out (fendi)
A couple of your homeboys flying bitches out (zroom)
You know that everybody don't stick to the G code
You know deep down niggas don't respect the elo (massallah)
Road to the bag you gotta watch for the peephole
Getting all this cash boy I even love my nickels

(Meech BOLD)
At 6 in the morning , Yawning
10 years been flawless
All my joints be knocking
Most you niggas is boring
Fuck em mami, I’m gorgeous
Had to switch up my sources
They was peeping my stories
They was watching the films
That me & fu be scoring
Don’t be jacking our style
Swear to God they’ll ignore it
Give it a couple more months
See our mini me's
I ain’t got no enemies
I am not a killer
So don’t push me to those tendencies
Stay connected like my WiFi, popped up like tada
This black magic, that y’all practice is really kaka
On to the next like the name Sean carter
Moving all products, what you want?
Cuz we gotchaaaa
Lil mama, I prolly might be the problem
Cuz these bright lights turn a nigga to a monster