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[Verse 1: Pusha T] They think that they know, something 'bout my life Not in the same class, not on the same flight Maybe the same club, just not the same lights Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night You just took her phone number I just took her home with a- 'Nother bitch, ménage Boomerang, Strange' Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y) Your hijo - pequeño, my nachos - bel grande Stay sippin' that André Spent 3 stacks - that's André That Balmain, that Phillip Lim They say I'm dressing like Kanye I'm everything that my rhymes say: Breadwinner, brand owner Play Cloths, millionaire Trendsetter, landowner Hope your bitch don't land on him Drink in his hand with the sand on him You small time - you Hyundai's Y'all couch niggas - we stand on em Dope money with a band on it Half gold, we got a hand on it D-boys still ball the same Just gotta little bit of glam on it YAH!

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My cellphone backed up My clientele meet once No voice mail, just call me up, uh 646 684 01 01 Hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs 646 684 01 01 Hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs [Verse 19: Remy Banks] As I sit back and roll up this black demeanor Reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that Beamer Shit, I never was that kid in the streets gripping on Nina's Instead, I was that nigga puffin reefer, fucking lolitas With the baddest features Dog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakers That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings Caught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my way But now I'm older and wiser, cruising through summer days With a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavender Purple cannabis rapture, head high like a Jersey in the rafters You wing a Frazier, some smart players until we major Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters Come back home and invest in something then ball out later In five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world But until that day gets here I'm thinking about these joints, twerk [Verse 20: Killer Mike] Lord have mercy I'm so motherfucking fresh to death, better call my hearse My hearse a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that bitch'll vert My Oldmobile is a cold mobile Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile My stacks so fat can't even hold that Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel Lay flat like I lack no wheels for real A nigga had to cold the corner, move crack for real Move crack for real, no rap shit But I rap rap shit, my rap shit for real So you rapping ass rabbit ass ratchet ass niggas Gotta listen to these raps for real Cuz, I don't give a fuck if you a Blood or a cuz Cause I draw blood for real Tryna hang in my city, tryna see a bitch titty, no pity Nigga, you'll get hit for real These maggot ass hoes ain't hit on shit They'll set you up for the loot shit, man Thinking that's your bitch, better have your shit Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane Niggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee Gifford Better be strapped like Clifford It's the big, black nigga gripper of the big black pistol I suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, mister At the worst you'll see a hearse But at the best he just will pistol whip ya Get to see you child and live Lord have mercy, please forgive 'em, gone [Verse 21: Del Harris] Young Del God is handsome Your girl, she's on ransom She don't wanna come back Cause you don't make her cum On the beats I do go dumb And I do her till she numb And I make her soaking wet when she grab that water gun Now fuck that brag rap, man I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne I'm kickin' it, I'm Liu Kang I'm killing these niggas, they're too lame Unorthodox, they too tame I'm right hand but play left I'll chop a trend down 'til there ain't no more plain left Now pay respect to them gods, niggas Not talkin' church, I'm talkin' rides niggas On boulevards when we ride Hovercrafts cause we fly Q Gang 'til I die Pyramid on my eye Button up on my chest [?

, she tall like 'Zilla I want you Baby, don't you run from me, you know I want you She down with Slime, she got a tattoo of an anaconda Thugger getting high in London Bitches walking 'round naked in no pajamas Lil' homie ran off with lots of numbers And for that, I'm gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your mama Then pop a pill together She want to feel just like I feel, we growing wings together Everything perfect about her, can't get my things together I turn her up and we shit out earthlings together Just do it like Michael Montana My father say I got stamina I cooking the Hannah Montana I bury these hoes like Santas do I kill every one of my features I spend all my money on divas My pockets on yella bands Just like a beeper [Verse 25: A$ton Matthews] They found Max B prints in my way Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days No roof, snow boots, and that Persian Mercedes Perving the 80's, you ain't never surf with the Brady's Ric Flair, a heavyweight champion Got Trish Stratus with them panties on singing "daddy's home" Bust it, in these Space Jams, I'm a Monstar Do-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm war So rumble, young man, rumble Young killa when he came out the jungle Young dealer in the rains with the bundles Gets no realer, get chipped when you stumble Eat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soil Chop chop 'till he drop, fuck what you thought I never leave my life with a lawyer Eyes wide with my head on the swivel Choose a side or get left in the middle I just treat with the sand on the beach When the desert eagles meet, then I'm finna beat Rest them in their sleep, you can lose 'em to the beef Move or we shooting in the jeep Homicide coming through the sneaks Your hands ain't moving with your cheek Bag 'em up and move 'em up the creek [Verse 26: Prodigy] On my test, got a story to 'em Like all my raps weigh more than music The more I write, the better I do it And right now my stock is up I do me from day one, huh My nigga you know where it hit fours Still fuck with me at day one hundred Cause I don't play, I gets off Piss off, bitch, you ain't lit You just a nigga saying shit Rappers burn out faster than cancer sticks Mobb Deep is that truth, liar Prodigy is that fuel fire Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire I'm on point like the state building I stay sharper than razor blades Think you doing the most, I give you the most Slashes to the face Hoes like "he so angry", uh Trust me bitch, you gon' thank me Cause when it pop and the smoke gone We gon' walk outta here safely Fuck with me, I got you Real nigga, no costume This modern art that I spit It's not no bullshit, and colossal So pour it up, pour it up, that's how we ball out Cause when I bomb on these niggas it's worse than nuclear fall out [Verse 27: CUZ Lightyear (f.k.a.

SL Jones)] Keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, please That bank vault can't talk but the numbers read And the tellers makin' statements, breakin' all the codes This ain't a mothafuckin' date, we takin' all the hoes Shop 'til I drop, freshest corpse in the morgue Lookin' like a fashion fossil, I'm Gianni reborn Four, I was voted most likely to trap It's survival of the trillest, nigga, die or adapt Waste a lot of champagne but I don't waste a drop of time Public with my gang relations, throwin' up the proper signs Sawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcised Chevy so clean, look like I dipped that bitch in turpentine All my homies certified, hottest nigga outchea Look like [?

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1-800, all I got is hotlines These niggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skyline Biatch [Verse 24: Young Thug] Thugger!

Y'all got me drunk as hell, uh Now I been red since I was little like Robin Hood They been hatin' on me, cutting my cable cords They gon' hate on her when she come in Michael Kors Meanwhile, your bitch in the 'Lac, grippin' this wood I want you She went to grabbin' for my jewels, I told her Buy yourself a squad, you get a rollie, rollie She know she can't have it, that shit love my woadie She want to buy him a chinchilla She see you serve foreign country boys from the village Always, I gotta stand her No, she don't want nobody to eat but her She but like fuck them digits, stack them digits Cut them then we benefit, cut them then we send them into She ride three deep with molly in the middle Put Micky Thompsons all on my Jeep Ain't got no handprints on my golds, they all on my seat Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me Bitches know it's time out They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out!

[Verse 4: Retch] Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it Pass it, don't hold it, lovin' that potent I'm drunk and I'm rollin', this pill got me open These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin' Out them little dresses, a nigga wanna fuck He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll a blunt Cause I'm way too drunk and I'm too turnt up And I brought my own drugs and I do my own stunts Young and I'm wildin', new drugs, I try 'em He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Brian In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin' If you catch me out in 'Lo it's a problem 'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin' Fuck with me, I got all this 'Lo all from raggin' Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin' Seen it on a video, he yappin' to the captain That nigga snitchin', R86 him These niggas trannies cause these niggas switchin' And these niggas bitchin' more than these bitches And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous Middle finger to the feds and bitches all day Take her out to eat then I make a bitch pay And my wine on chill and my shrimps sautéed And I'm chillin' in LA with a bitch for the day [Verse 5: Nipsey Hussle] Ain't that a bitch?

Foot up on the gas, ain't no brakes in this bitch Cover girl givin' face to the Crip Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips High off the money and I'm wasted as shit High off the life and she can't get a grip Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit And my broad is the shit Crenshaw in the 6 Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips You either ball or you brick She don't know money so she callin' you rich You ain't got game so you fall for the shit Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split Now you feel like a wimp Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit Got you all up in your feelings and shit Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit To the real nigga shit 50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit Gold crown on a real nigga wrist Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch .40 cal, no concealing the shit 4 gun cases, I'm still with this shit Backlit, wood wheel when I whip Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk In the field on my tip Hoes like Phil then I Stockton assist It ain't no stoppin' shit Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6 [Verse 6: Problem] Got Mary blowing Jane We fucking high, sex on a plane Hey newscaster, we about to reign Loving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon Blow him up, finna explode All of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy 'Bout 150 Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow Let her play problem While problem tongue play with propeller (what) Keep fresh just in margielas Diamond lane running thangs ain't shit you can tell us (don't tell us nothing) Done everything, ain't shit you can sell us Money over bullshit, friction derail us (naw) Punk niggas, yeah we take it or leave it Now once the song's over, tryna jerk the wheel You nervous like I thought you seen [? ] motherfucker thanking me, my nigga Yeah I bet a nigga [? ] I see them niggas shakin' hands and bite a style[? ] 'Cause I'm a mad man It's Fuck niggas like the Klan, man Put you to sleep like the sandman Give me that throne, I'm a chairman (diamond) Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes Just copped more 45's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's Please be afraid but I ain't the shooter Chachi [? Never stop, we never settle Gotta push the pedal in that hood [Verse 11: Kilo Kish] I sit in the back of the room Legs crossed, melting wax Another free drink so soon?

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