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200 FOR LUNCH/ DIRTY DIANA (pot-pourri)

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200 FOR LUNCH/ DIRTY DIANA (pot-pourri)

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[200 FOR LUNCH]

(Taurus)

Yeah, yeah

I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)

Last night I fucked on a cunt (No cap)

Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)

Looked at the top, it was crunch (Top)

Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)

Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (Tucked), yeah

Codeine is a slush (Codeine's a slush)

Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (Sippin' the 'Tuss)

Go get it, I must (Must)

Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah), yeah

Love and not lust (Not lust)

My crew loyal, we trusted in us (Trusted in us), yeah

Runnin' it up (It up), got that shit out the ground in a month (A month)

Yeah, look at it glisten, see what I mean (See what I mean)

Lot of blue faces, you pickin' green

Fuck on her naked, bust on her spleen

Cross on the Chrome Heart, three K for the jeans (Uh)

Feel like a player, keep a trick up my sleeve (Trick up my sleeve)

I'm cool on you dawgs, 'cause I don't want the fleas

I'm smokin' exotic, you don't gotta see

Feelin' the roof and I can feel the breeze

Pockets got nachos, that shit cheddar cheese (Wow)

Smokin' gelato, got me feelin' eased

Might cop that Rollie for my oldest niece (Yeah)

I drop a hit, I blew up where they need

I check out the motor, gotta have some speed

Louis bifocals, I can't see defeat

Cash runnin' over, I can feel the green (Taurus)

I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)

Last night I fucked on a cunt (No cap)

Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)

Looked at the top, it was crutched (Top)

Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)

Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (Tucked), yeah

Codeine is a slush (Codeine's a slush)

Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (Sippin' the 'Tuss)

Go get it, I must (Must)

Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah), yeah

Love and not lust (Not lust)

My crew loyal, we trusted in us (Trusted in us), yeah

Runnin' it up (It up), got that shit out the ground in a month (A month)

Went and got rich out the ground and the mud (Ground and the mud)

Ridin' the Rolls and the mink kiss and rub (Kiss and rub)

911 Porsche and the trunk is a hood (Skrrt)

Told her come through, come and sit on this wood (Come through)

Neighborhood trap used to cap off a jug (Uh-huh)

Fucked that nat-nat in the back of the hood (Yeah)

I never ratted, keep that understood (Nah)

Ain't goin' backwards, I don't think I could

These labels be trappin' rappers like they Suge

Got M's in the bank, bitch, I feel life is good

They makin' payment, held that by my foot

Been patiently waitin', wish a nigga would

Just drop a location, my niggas will do it (Yeah)

I got a old bitch, can't wait for me to screw her

Just picked a two hunnid, I'm headed to Forbes

I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)

Last night I fucked on a cunt (No cap)

Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)

Looked at the top, it was crutched (Top)

Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)

Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (Tucked), yeah

Codeine is a slush (Codeine's a slush)

Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (Sippin the 'Tuss)

Go get it, I must (Must)

Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah), yeah

Love and not lust (Not lust)

My crew loyal, we trusted in us (Trusted in us), yeah

Runnin' it up (It up), got that shit out the ground in a month (A month)

I blow Biscotti clouds of the bud (The bud)

Throw the racks up in here like a flood

[DIRTY DIANA]

Aviator

Taurus

My bitch a Dirty Diana

Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Bad)

I came to ball, Steve Nash (Ball)

I wake up, I pop a tag (I wake up, pop a tag)

All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)

Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)

I'm 'bout to sign a new advance (Sign)

The millions in demand (M's)

I took some shrooms with the homie (Ooh)

I bought my new bitch a Rollie (Oh)

I would never tell on the code (Oh)

I could parasail if I wanted (Parasail)

These niggas ain't shell and it's showin' (Shell)

I could send some shells to your colon (Yeah)

I know that young Gunna Wunna chosen (Gunna Wunna)

Be patient, I'm livin' in the moment (Patient)

Ask my people, they gon' say I'm one hundred (Hundred)

Ask these pussies, they tryna take me under (Pussy)

I won't let 'em, can't take me out my comfort (Nah)

We send bullets, big bullets by the bundle (Yeah)

2020, I'm lookin' through a tunnel (2020)

Can't see fully but know I'm seein' numbers (Nah)

Bitch so sexy, I fuck without a condom (Fuck without a condom)

I'm an animal straight up out the jungle

My bitch a Dirty Diana (Woah)

Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Yeah)

I came to ball, Steve Nash (Ball, Steve Nash)

I wake up, I pop a tag (I wake up, pop a tag)

All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)

Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)

I'm 'bout to sign new advance (Sign)

The millions in demand (Yeah)

I bought me a Maybach, Mercedes (Yeah)

Don't mean much, but I know these niggas hatin' (Know these niggas hatin')

Pop my shit on the ones that say I'm lazy (Pop it)

I'm on drugs, movin' slower than The Matrix (Slow)

She wan' make up then press me 'bout some makeup (Uh)

Trust the joker, you see me in Jamaica (You see me)

If I pour up, it's Tropicana flavor

I went up since the interview on FADER (Yeah)

Bought a Glock with a beam and a laser (Beam)

Brought my strap, I couldn't trust her with the taser (Nah)

She say, "Watch him, I know your heart is fatal" (Fatal)

If you fail then I know that I done made it (I know that I done made it)

Fuck the critics, we steady countin' paper (Yeah)

We like crickets, just jumpin' off the table (Jumpin' off the table)

'Bout to pour me some syrup, not the maple (Syrup)

Watch these girls in the world, they could take you

My bitch a Dirty Diana (Woah)

Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (Yeah)

I came to ball, Steve Nash (Ball, Steve Nash)

I wake up, I pop a tag (I wake up, I pop a tag)

All of my foreigns fast (Skrrt)

Yeah, I made myself the man (I made myself the man)

I'm 'bout to sign new advance (Sign)

The millions in demand (Yeah)

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