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1.
My Spell 03:12
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[Verse 1] God damn when ya' comin' up Ya' see a lot of shit goin' down And if it's true that opposites attract All my hoes would be fuckin' clowns If I say it's 'tween me and you Ya' better not make a fuckin' sound It's a whole lot of money here Not a whole lot of love around Boy I done bagged two bitches I just watch 'em tongue each other down All them cliches ain't true I go around I don't cum around I'm 'bout to turn this shit the fuck up Look both the women and the sun is down I keep an eye out for them devils Them lil' cunts is so cunnin' now I get on tracks like a street walker Fuck 'em up and get paid for it I don't care if you a paraplegic Run it up like you got legs for it You know how I lay it down Fuck around and make a bed for it Got the lil' bitch on her knees Wit' a open mouth 'bout to beg for it I ain't really come here to talk And if you did call Ted whore Suck a dick 'til ya' head sore I'm just here to get fed more And fo' you end up assed out Understand what you headed toward Ya' stack it up and then ya' loaf around Fuck you think they call it bread for? [Verse 2] I got it all and I been had it I let you think that that's yo' shit Until I need to use it and then I grab it Anybody try crossin me Bout to walk away lookin' stigmatic Lil' bitch got a dick habit Introduced her to a Lovesense Now she turnin' tricks that's big magic I don't deal with no small fries I like them motha' fuckas' waffle size Trust me baby I'm a right swipe You gon' love me like taco time Ya' might as well not come at all If ya' think ya' can't come on time My schedule tight as yo' snatch is And everything gotta' run on time I beat the beat like a fuckin' cancer On my toes like a ballet dancer You will not control none of the vibes I made the test so I got the answers I was raised to be a good man But I been pickin' up some bad manners I'm at yo' throat like a bandana Got evil ways like Santana I got a black magic woman Won't make a move 'til she funded Half in the back and then half in the front end We gonna' ball got a grip and won't fumble it Put up the dough and I double it She gonna' bring in her cousin No need to fuck 'em the isms'll touch 'em I got 'em buzzin' and bussin' I'm all in they head like a fuckin' concussion
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Hands On Everything 02:25
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Intro I like for you to look good with me When it's time to shine got dammit I know I'ma be lookin' good you gon' be lookin' good I like the smile too really You got one of them smiles that’ll just make a motha' fucka' give you all they money Verse One I hustle everyday fuck burn out I let it fly cast the die We’ll see how it turn out And doubters could suck dick Til they let a burp out How all these rappers feel pain But everybody perc'd out I put some flavor in the game I got that fucka' terp'd out I break a bitch and eat her heart Like I’m Big Lurch now I put some spice in these chickens I’m a big jerk now And she gon’ bring my money up Before I dick her down I’m pulling strings Like it's a Fender and I’m Hendrix I’ma get my cut and once it hemorrhage I’ma fill these cups with the blood And make a toast with my bitches Then we’ll feast the flesh like Christians And quote scriptures Don’t tap dance round topics I A Town stomp 'em And once it all add up Then shit is no problem I roll around and collect The money snow ballin' I know she got it if the hoe callin' You with a pimp Have you ever heard of that Have I heard of a pimp? Yes And what do pimps do? Lots And what's your criteria of a pimp Control hoes Hoes, okay what's a hoe? A female or male that's sleepin' around for money There you go that’s what I do So what do you think you're gonna do? Verse Two She tell me how she really like it I could care less Baby I be focused on ballin' Where yo' pair at? I'm tryin' to get up under yo' skin Like where yo' hair at I take what I want Tell me where I said I was fair at I’m not gon' hold yo' hand But I’ll show you the way though I’m strictly indie I don’t do no labels So any talk about a husband Is a fuckin' fable Don’t be a pussy That's the thing that made you Let these niggas pay you A brokey shootin' shots shouldn’t graze you I can’t deal if compliments amaze you If you that basic You can’t get on base boo Ain’t nothing permanent in life And I’ll erase you Consume you and then Use your home girl to chase you It’s nothin' to me You actin' funny to me I call it checkin' hoes Cause they get that money to me And once she run it up I bet she gonna run it to me She know I fuck it up That’s how I got her cummin' to me So check this shit out right I’m not gon' lie to you I didn't feed you no fairytale I didn't feed you no script I told you I’m a pimp I sell pussy for a livin' You know what I’m talkin' bout? Everything I got smell like pussy Cause a hoe paid for it So what do I have to show you how to do?
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I Got Em All 03:15
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Intro I got ‘em all I got ‘em all I got ‘em all I got ‘em all I got ‘em all I got ‘em all I got ‘em all I got ‘em Verse One I get everything just how I want it With a large side of fries on it You know if I put my mind to it It blow up like a mine don’t it I don’t care what’s cool to do That change up with the times don’t it Soon as I start to hone in I build a motha' fuckin' home on it I don’t like to carry on and on When we can be settled with it right now And I don’t care bout bein' right Cause I don’t never really write it down I don’t fuck around with funny business Cause I ain't neva' been a fan of clowns I get it jumpin' like a beat down You won’t box me out for the rebound I will not back off at all Not with my back to the wall Not with my back to the edge of the cliff I will keep movin' forward I will not fall I just go nuts like the two things inside of my drawers She take a peek and she say oh my God Grab it and jab it in back of her jaws Usin' her hands as she jackin' me off I feel a special way I might just levitate I heard all this shit before It doesn’t resonate So what is a bomb If it never detonate I’m deep in this bitch I paint on the walls I'm bout to redecorate I say what I mean I mean what I say no need to reiterate Hook The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em all The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em all The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em all The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em Verse Two I no longer need for you fuckas' to feel me I’m feelin' myself like I'm fappin' now I see how you act Lil’ bitch stick to the script Or you bein' a part of the cast is out I’m not even drunk But I’m blackin' out I’m runnin' this bitch takin' laps around I might get higher than Bobby Brown She play the D But can’t lock me down I’m out of here baby I got to go Don’t ask were I’m headed You ought to know I’m makin' this bread Bitch I’m rollin' dough I beat up a beat hoe we toe to toe Got way too much money to go for broke I get what I came for I’m goin' ghost Quit playin' with me baby no we ain’t close You ain’t even in the barrio I don’t need pussy I got it though I don’t know the future I profit though Shit all of that talkin' ain’t poppin' hoe I seen niggas rise and then topple over I might do you dirty and mop you over I ain’t been drinking I still ain't sober I open up shop But I’m still a closer Good with the Roc like I’m close to Hova I shoot in yo' face I ain’t crossin' over And if you got money then toss it over The weight of the world sittin' on my shoulders I carry it all until Garry over They are not colder than me I’m frozen I’m hard as the tip of yo' areola The shit that I smoke got a heavy odor Ain’t no holdin' me back baby I’m a goer Hook The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em all The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em all The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em all The hoes with me I got ‘em all The shroom the tree I got ‘em all The cold the heat I got ‘em all I set the scene I got ‘em
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She A Soldier 03:00
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Verse One I ain’t gotta come back bitch I ain’t been nowhere I been at the crib brushin' my hair Makin' hits and blowin' bowls in the air You got hands throw 'em both in the air And rub my nuts under my underwear I ain’t never really felt no pressure I was born into it I break the rules And do everything accordin' to ‘em Yeah you might've fucked the hoe But you was borin' to her She told me she was a snack So I tore into her You can’t hang with me Fucka' ain’t no room on this tree You end up in a tomb Tryin' to do the same shit as me You was never groomed for it Or had the same fit as me I warn her I’ma pop She thought I was just little league But I hit a lot harder and farther If you ain’t down to be a martyr Then why even bother Just look at what I’m cookin' Baby I am a potluck I threw my dick off in it Just to sweeten the pot up Hook I don’t stop I keep goin' I make it hot I be colder I’m so cool She froze up I got her standin' at attention She a soldier She know how to handle my gun She a soldier She carryin' the bag on the run She a soldier If I tell her do it she get it done She a soldier Motha' fucka' we a army of one She a soldier Verse Two I don't never keep my cool Unless she wanna stay I ain't bout no cliffhangers I finish andale I ain’t worried bout pullin' dimes I’m bout to dominate Double R fam in this bitch That’s my conglomerate Grown ups actin' like toddlers I can’t tolerate If you lackin' in common sense I can’t accommodate I’m the theorem you a postulate If you don’t never take a stance You get seated And beat up like the beat is I’ma win the war Even when I feel defeated I feast upon these fuckas' when depleted The demon get demeanin' And though I broke it down You can’t understand the meanin' I’m fiendin' I ain’t makin' nothin' But dope shit I smoke it too I know that’s not what you supposed to do I bet you thought you was at my neck But now I’m chokin' you I had this shit shut down soon as I opened you Hook I don’t stop I keep goin' I make it hot I be colder I’m so cool She froze up I got her standin' at attention She a soldier She know how to handle my gun She a soldier She carryin' the bag on the run She a soldier If I tell her do it she get it done She a soldier Motha' fucka' we a army of one She a soldier Verse Three While everybody lookin' for a come up I was born high With no wings I was born fly I was made stronger by the same shit I was torn by I fuck shit up And make a porn about it I’m poppin' like I’m heatin' up With dry kernels of corn around me I’m comin' up It ain’t no way to down me I got the flow It ain’t no way to drown me I can’t fail my conscience won’t allow me It’s a circle of success around me Hook I don’t stop I keep goin' I make it hot I be colder I’m so cool She froze up I got her standin' at attention She a soldier
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My Way 03:01
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Intro (Blonko Beats) Verse One I am properly pimpin' Bout to pull on some pockets This lil’ hoe think that she poppin' Well show me what you pop with Then I proceed to break you down I’m the mufuckin' solvent She want it all from me But I just give her nun I’m a convent I shake her soul loose She on her knees speakin' in tongues And when I lost my first love I ain’t gon’ lie that shit stung Since then it ain’t about the one It’s all about gettin' ones I’m in a room full of bangers Like I’m shoppin' for guns Do not test me just to stress me And to see my reaction I’ma clap back at you solo But it feel like a faction I’ma sell this hoe some game But guaranteed I’ma tax it She gon’ market her back end Just to give me my back end Lil’ bitch I’m here to get the bag I won't deal with no baggage I just want the green Lettuce heads, spinach, and cabbage Trust me I be tunin' in When you say somethin' that matters Until then I’ll be in the shadows Watchin' studyin' patterns Hook She don’t believe in Jesus But she pray for yay I make her go in harder When she wanna stay I promise I’ma dog her If she ever stray I have her my way She goin' my way I really never chase ‘em I chill She goin' my way Don’t compromise or make any deals I have her my way So catch some fetti fo' you catch feels She going my way I have her my way She goin' Verse Two Look baby I been the business I’m a LLC And all I need is fly bitches That’s gon’ propel me If we ain’t in the same wing Then what you gon’ tell me Like I already got it all So what you gon’ sell me I got no budget for suckers I might pay you in chuckles For that belt I’ll make you buckle You'll be tastin' my knuckles If I hate you I’ll make sure That low key nobody love you And if it seems dark it’s me I’m the cloud rainin' above you I’m movin' right through them umbrellas fellas This rain is made of acid I teach my bitches magic They never do a bad trick Fuck Hail Mary if they throwin' ass You finna' catch it If shit get stale I just switch my tactics I teach ‘em braille Now they can go in blind and still be fine Best believe that it's got gold inside I ever called it mine And though I made this song in Logic I got reason in my rhyme Look I knocked her for some dollars If my DB in a dime Hook She don’t believe in Jesus But she pray for yay I make her go in harder When she wanna stay I promise I’ma dog her If she ever stray I have her my way She goin' my way I really never chase ‘em I chill She goin' my way Don’t compromise or make any deals I have her my way So catch some fetti fo' you catch feels She going my way I have her my way She goin' my way
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Position 02:58
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Verse One Show me how much love you got for me Spoil me rotten Shit I’ma take these drugs And get gone but never forgotten And she gon' do everything I tell her to like I’m Simon Cause I upgrade 'em from dimes And turn 'em into diamonds You gon' see me shinin' I ain’t gotta have a carat on me When it comes to gems though I bet I got the rarest on me Find the money card And put my face up on the tarot honey It used to be a cancer Now it’s mackin' in my marrow honey They all up in the field It ain’t a wench up on my bench A few be on the pole Collectin' tips just off the strip I’m inhalin' this indoor Blowin' kisses full of stench She know not to be late with my cut That shit’s like rent I don’t care about yo' draft placements Hoe I get my pick While you worried bout yo' WIC I'm mo' worried bout stayin' rich I lost focus on some friends Cause them niggas tend to switch I had to dead some motha' fuckas' They was diggin' they own ditch Hook I never really second guess I trust my intuition Give me the keys I get it started I am the ignition I put in overtime I don’t depend on hopes and wishes I’m just swingin' for the fences I’m in good position I’m lifted with my feet off the ground I’m in good position She listenin' and won't make a sound I’m in good position It’s goin' up she gon’ hold me down I’m in good position I’m in good position I’m in Verse Two I don’t try for nothin' I just do it execute it Come new year fuck resolutions I make revolutions I don’t dick her down Unless she make a contribution Til then she gon’ finger pop And come to me like a conclusion I’m illusive I slip into this bitch Like I got wet on me Shit you must be ‘bout the size of God You tryin' to step on me And every time you throw shade on my name You really rep for me My home is in the shadows Makin' it dark is only helpin' me These bitches actin' bout it now That’s that Hennessy energy They double up the price When I tell 'em ride on my enemies Take a look at what’s on the table I am the centerpiece For that cash Hoes eatin' ass like human centipede I’m ‘bout my mission Like a Latter Day Saint You not upset with what I do You just mad that you ain’t I shock the color out yo' face And then I use it as paint And maybe then you’ll get the pic I made that shit clear as day Hook I never really second guess I trust my intuition Give me the keys I get it started I am the ignition I put in overtime I don’t depend on hopes and wishes I’m just swingin' for the fences I’m in good position I’m lifted with my feet off the ground I’m in good position She listenin' and won't make a sound I’m in good position It’s goin' up she gon’ hold me down I’m in good position I’m in good position I’m in good position
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Job 02:50
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Intro I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' Verse One You ain't on the same shit as me Unless I gave it to ya' I’m doin' me So don’t compare me to how they would do ya' You think I’m doin' wrong Go on let them strangers do ya' Lil’ bitch I’m big blessed Thank God Hallelujah Hallelujah she a prostitutor She be teachin' turnin' bitches out And prostitute ‘em She a demon she a dog And she be dodgin' bullets I shoot my shot you know I had it cocked before I pulled it Watch me take off I don’t take a break off Unless it's some of my cake off I flow like a river They could barely get a lake off Hoe you know I been the shit And I can't get the stank off Come see what I’m made of I don’t make out I just make off I’m bout to act up And break a leg off Now get yo' head on Before they take yo' head off I’ma do it movin' fo' You hear it I done sped off Hook I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I’m makin' big deals Fuck a bitch feels I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I live the high life Nothin' but highlights I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I’m makin' big deals Fuck a bitch feels I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I live the high life Nothin' but highlights Verse Two You be stressin' less If you just focus on your blessins' I been listenin' what you been through To get through's impressive But don’t get caught up in yo' head And lack in yo' progression I’m never shufflin' my feet Lil’ bitch I’m big steppin' Come here baby Walk a mile in my shoes You might get yo' self a sense Of what some stylin' could do You might execute the shit You used to kind of could do I know that practicin' make perfect So do Iverson too I hit that court up And I go up hittin' buckets You dancin' round the subject Bitch you jivin' and you shuckin' I’m tired of your bullshit You should go and find a husband Be honest with yo' self baby If not me who you trustin' Lil’ bitch I’m bustin' Who thought I wasn’t You gon' feel my hits And get to leanin' like you tussin' I don’t skip a beat I eat the beat Baby I’m grubbin' Look I ain’t got the time to lie to you Hoe I be hustlin' Hook I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I’m makin' big deals Fuck a bitch feels I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I live the high life Nothin' but highlights I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I’m makin' big deals Fuck a bitch feels I stay focused on my job I can’t worry bout ya' I live the high life Nothin' but highlights
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I Know It 03:06
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Do Better 02:21
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Intro Do better Do better Do better Verse One I’m bout to pull some slick shit I got my hand on the lever I’m the water main baby I could handle the pressure I don’t fuck with broke hoes Cause my hand could do better Go on keep fuckin' with that bum You think yo' man could do better It’s Garry with Two Rs Baby I ain’t got no alias Ya' never met a nigga like me Less it’s a alien They just wanna make statements I want stadiums They ain’t in my circle Or anywhere near the radius She gettin' lonely And don’t want me to go So I call up another bitch To come and chill with the hoe See I could never fake the funk Baby I’m shittin' fa' sho' So grab a blade cut to the chase And quit the rigamarole I used to be full of love But just didn’t understand How love and hate is so similar They go hand in hand Some motha' fuckas' that love you Just wanna jam ya' plans You sleep on me And I'll kill you I’m an ativan Hook I don’t clean up after you fucks I let it fester All these jive niggas is jokes Nothin' but jesters I cop a bitch But never cuff and arrest her I took one look in her eye And told her do better Baby girl the world is yours Do better We gon' get the bag secured Do better I ain’t steppin' on it this shit is pure Do better Get the keys you can open the doors Do better Verse Two I give it to you greasy baby I’m like grandma’s chicken You can believe in me like religion When I say it's gon’ plague it's gon’ plague I might make the earth shake And rain for forty days You blow both knees Tryin' to get this high I could see over the trees On my mushroom cloud Can’t walk in no libraries Cause I smell like loud You tryin' to flow like me But baby you might drown Look I don’t know voodoo I won't take no blame For anything that you do I can’t hop in yo' body And personally move you Plus from the jump I told you I’m a little coo coo It ain’t new to you Not the wrong way Fuck with me the long way It’s in my middle name I do things in a Don way I don’t question if it'll happen Just how much time it take Anything that I get the gist of Bitch I’ma dominate Hook I don’t clean up after you fucks I let it fester All these jive niggas is jokes Nothin' but jesters I cop a bitch But never cuff and arrest her I took one look in her eye And told her do better Baby girl the world is yours Do better We gon' get the bag secured Do better I ain’t steppin' on it this shit is pure Do better Get the keys you can open the doors Do better
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Thank God 02:48
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Intro Let us bow our heads And give thanks To the holy one Verse One Baby I’m one of the best Nothin' otherwise I’m takin' pictures of her privates And I publicize 'em She still a fan of R Kell She do a bump and grind up And she love my doggy style I’m stickin' right behind her Lil' bitch don’t play with my money Look this is not monopoly Unless my dick goin' in yo' mouth Then you ain’t bout to top me Shit I can’t wait to get even Til then I feel so oddly I’m balls deep in LA Just gave the wood to Holly I don’t get finicky I just get finished My nigga Blonko got the beats But he ain’t got a blemish I bet it make yo' eyes pop Once you hit this spinach Now quit bein' a lil' bitch And let’s get down to business When killin' shit I’m leavin' every witness I ain’t hid it I let 'em spread the rumor So you know I did it Look I ain’t kiddin' bitch Play with ya' children I’m into funds While you in yo' feelins' What’s in my lungs got a nigga healin' Hook I done came a long way I gotta thank God I know I ain’t goin' the wrong way And I gotta thank God Shit it’s like I seen it all mayne And I gotta thank God Bow ya' heads as we all pray And I gotta thank God I done came a long way I gotta thank God I know I ain’t goin' the wrong way And I gotta thank God Shit it’s like I seen it all mayne And I gotta thank God Bow ya' heads as we all pray And I gotta thank God Verse Two I’m flippin' fingers on you hoes Like a tech deck All of these broke bitches Tryin to jet set Shit you know I go Like what’s after get ready get set So I got her jonesin' For my Jimmy like Dipset She got a wifey And I think her wifey like me But unless them bitches breaded This tryst is highly unlikely And life’s a roller-coaster But I don’t hold too tightly I’m enjoyin' the ride And all these women wanna ride me Man I don’t toss and turn I’m sleepin' soundly And I’m a dog nigga Why you think these bitches hound me I’m on some king shit They better crown me I’m shootin' shots And if I don’t stop wettin' 'em I’m fuckin' drowning If I don’t like you Then I don’t pretend to You so offensive That I can’t defend you Them lower levels I ain’t gon' descend to I get as highed up as I intend to I might just win by accident And then act like I meant to Hook I done came a long way I gotta thank God I know I ain’t goin' the wrong way And I gotta thank God Shit it’s like I seen it all mayne And I gotta thank God Bow ya' heads as we all pray And I gotta thank God I done came a long way I gotta thank God I know I ain’t goin' the wrong way And I gotta thank God Shit it’s like I seen it all mayne And I gotta thank God Bow ya' heads as we all pray And I gotta thank God

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