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Drop ft. Vraxss & 30backks

Lil Rez - Paid Off (Unreleased).m4a

TopperMP3 (feat. Whosarty)

boondocks freestyle

Sticks

Bently!! x Mr . K (starski)

STARE! (Noz x $koota x SevTheRockstar)

DON’T CRASH (prod.fukkedoffoxys)

Blame

Oh, oh, oh (woah)
Oh, oh, oh (woah)
Oh, oh, oh (woah)

Laying in bed and
Bad bih giving head
50 on his top
You know I want a nigga dead
Christian Dior, I criss cross
Hittin' that swish
Like Chris Bosh
Got a bad hoe and
She feeling my locs
Hit it, I'm In N' Out
Loving that box
Up in that box
Watching the game
Smoking gas
Chilling with all my niggas
Know we like to make shit last
Pull up with yo friends
Baby know that we get in
Giving out some VIP tickets 
To only 10's
Giving out 10 bands
Only to my mans
Only exception is my mama
Knowing that's my friend
Ecstasy in my lap
Maajin Buu gon' lay it flat
Knowing that I'm hungry
Nigga gonna go break fast
Woah, go and I get me a bag now
Woah, stacking up cash
And I'm big now
Woah, remember when hoes
Used to look at me funny
Know I just go to the bank
And count money
All of these niggas thinking 
It's funny

Laugh to the bank
Got my m8 wrapped in candy paint
Bad lil hoe she wanna ride she
Hear that engine in the wraith
Speeding down highway 69
Hitting that NOS at the finish line
Imma fuck you right after
Baby you know it's primetime
Gas up in my YSL jeans
I'm feeling brazy
If a nigga come and try me
Imma tell him come and
Play me, love my 808's hard
They hit you in the belly
Come and ride with me
My baby, feeling like I'm Nelly
Hit 'em just like Canelo
7.62 I break his face
Smoking on moon rock
Baby you know that I'm 
Sending his ass to space
Remember when I used to 
Thrift at the Goodwill
Now I came up in the race
New designer like everyday
I drop 5k on a pinky ring
Big bag and you know I'm in it
Reaching in, know I'm getting fitted
Feel like Santa Claus
Giving out gifts to the bitch
That I'm winning
She wanna give me face
Tell her come give me a taste
Knowing her name Alani
She gon' fill me up all the way
She gon' give me all the energy 
I'm needed in a day
Ridin' fast and she shotgun
She my shooter, know she
Got one, love to party
Love to pop sum
Fuck around, tab
On the tongue
Know that we get it okay
Leaving her home
Fly back to LA
Bad mon like Jamaican
Imma fuck you good in the morning
Leave long for a good time
When I'm coming back
I ain't knowing
Probably be making some cash
Baby you know that I make 
All fast, oh
Make it too fast woah

Laying in bed and
Bad bih giving head
50 on his top
You know I want a nigga dead
Christian Dior, I criss cross
Hittin' that swish
Like Chris Bosh
Got a bad hoe and
She feeling my locs
Hit it, I'm In N' Out
Loving that box
Up in that box
Watching the game
Smoking gas
Chilling with all my niggas
Know we like to make shit last
Pull up with yo friends
Baby know that we get in
Giving out some VIP tickets 
To only 10's
Giving out 10 bands
Only to my mans
Only exception is my mama
Knowing that's my friend
Ecstasy in my lap
Maajin Buu gon' lay it flat
Knowing that I'm hungry
Nigga gonna go break fast
Woah, go and I get me a bag now
Woah, stacking up cash
And I'm big now
Woah, remember when hoes
Used to look at me funny
Know I just go to the bank
And count money
All of these niggas thinking 
It's funny

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