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DeeBaby - The Black Sheep (Intro) (Official Music Video)

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LYRICS:

they call me mister mystery
product of this misery
mackin on a bieutch
playa perfectin this pimpery
my pocket fulla stones
Travel the stars like I was meant to be
trapped up on this planet
trynna manage
Gotta keep the piece

tucked on my side
45 
this life aint shit to me
you gon have to kill a g
them fists can't get rid uh me

i hop up in my space ship
no there aint no space bitch
blowin smoke 
at the speed of light
watch me lane switch

I keeps an eye on my money
other eye up on my beiutch

never trustin a soul
my mind stronger than ya grip

gon and empty ya clip
ya just be doin me a favor

the sin on my lips
got her on her worst behavior

Every flava of BIEUTCH
Steady blowin up my pager 

Sayin 911 
Doms ain't the type to try and save em

Chunkin dubs
Out the roof
Born and raised up in the west 
Can't you tell from the vapors 
That be creepin from my chest 

its S.I.C till I rest
Doomset slittin necks 
In g-bodies 
Coutin Hunnids
& Poppin screw in the deck

tapes hiding the glock
and cash stashed in the dash
case them foos try and run up
just free they soul
and mash the gas

ya legs separated
from ya hips
ya can’t walk

outlined up in chalk
body bag up in the trunk

Ain't no tags on em  toes
another victim to this ahnk

i can tell ya trynna fake the phonk

them playaz from the third coast(west side)
slamming caddy do’s

hit the southside
cop a liter 
po the foe

Watch them pimps drop tops
3 wheelin down the coast

rollin 84s (triple golds)
Choppin blades on vogues

Got One countin scrilla
Other stuffing optimo’s

Feel like sun ra 
Cosmic black sixty fo

got akoza right beside me
in the slab swangin slow

hitting switches 
while i smoke

SUN RA IN A 64 (PROD. JARREN)

Tay K - Get It (ft. Wa$tee)

Eye 2 Eye (Feat. Yung Bans)

NBA Youngboy & NBA 3Three -  Murda

Lil 2z - Story Time

Gardena's Finest

prod. vashvash
nigger... insta: @yungcochise

WEAK

D Phoenix

Rich Nigga Shit

prod. dj domsta

lyrics:

Playa done came dine 2 clean in that lo-lo
see me comin 
They get out the way

Pull the red carpet 
The annual hoe stroll
Window shop
Got ya bitch on display 

Think she at work 
But she pullin a no show 
She Get paid from her mouth 
And her legs 

Add to the fleet
While she keeping a low pro
wash the money throughout every state 



Sonically 
Fulfill the prophecy
Obviously 
Different
That’s why I can never relate 

How you caught up 
On them obstacles
Constantly 
Testing my nuts 
But I never astray

Ain’t finna sleep
Till I max out da bank

Hunnid trill
Then I’ll call it a day

Poppin seals
Like I’m docked on the bay 

Kiss of death 
Now your soul 
Is your payment

drippin wet paint
when i skate 
on them gold spokes

rain or shine 
sleet or snow
on the road foe it

dont come around 
if i do
then its love
for my folks

grind 
day 2 night
have my grandbabies
rollin foes
ridin clean
with that no tint
like some visine
give em clear view

stable of flavors
i might need a sample
foe i get go & get me a scoop

sip on the slime 
every time
we see screw 

dis customized pimpin
is something you cannot outdo

we poe purple rain
inside of this purple mink coup


give thanks to the cosmos
for everything
all that you do


Playa done came dine 2 clean in that lo-lo
see me comin 
They get out the way

Pull the red carpet 
The annual hoe stroll
Window shop
Got ya bitch on display 

Think she at work 
But she pullin a no show 
She Get paid from her mouth 
And her legs 

Add to the fleet 
While she keeping a low pro
wash the money throughout every state

Spotify

DAY 2 NIGHT (PROD. DJSUGARBOOGER)

prod. @mackjunt-sic

Lyrics:

Three hundred
Thirty three scales
Weight it to the tee

Watch it stack
Watch you on another spending spree

Trim the hedges
Y’all the fat
Just some bacon grease

Bigger slice
of the pie
Now Everybody eats


She need Savin like some four ways
She get no Fore play
Might catch a flight to smoke in Norway
I Spit that board game
  
Got that bitch
bangin down
My doorway
I’m not ya soul mate
I ride 1 deep
M Give my thanks
N Paint poetic portraits

You Wonder why you was ignored
Feelings too important
I just wanna ride around in Porsche’s
While lookin gorgeous


Make sure she clean it like some Colgate
Make there’s no stank
That golden silketh
Drape your highness
It could violent
But I stay silent


I’m creepin
Seekin for a freakin
On the weekend
I can tell that she ready to ride
Just by the way that I caught her peepin
So I pull up to her side
And give her the run down of my thinkin
This ghetto dream mentality
Alphabetical alchemy

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