when im at the club, the shits strait pimpin
i spit the gangsta talk, and all bitchs listian

cuz they see my walk, they hear the talk
they kno i leave hatas, out lined in chalk

but that right there is a diffrent verse
im breakin bitchs, they givin they purse

i want that money, and some muthafuckin FLORIDA dome
we goin to her crib, her boy aint home

and that right there, is the flow
afta im done, spark a blunt of dro

aight girl, i'll call u in a week
back to the club, pickin up anotha freak

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20