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Intro
01:57
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$plash
03:05
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I thought I told these n**** stay in the house to keep safe // for Pete's sake they catching heat strokes all off this heat wave// they too baked n***** walking around looking like burnt cake// behave rappers want it with me & get flambeed// flow hotter than badlands I'm a madman// these n***** talking I see em they like ghost to Pacman// they whack man I hear y'all but it's like sounds from a trash can// I'm handing out urns to all the artist I turn ash // I'm in the store burning cash y'all looking quickly through the glass// ya girl have a meltdown I walk out with all these bags// cause I'm cooler than a fan & you lookin' like earwax// giving earaches out on tracks I hop on & I just thrax//
(Bridge)
& I carry the torch for my team// gettin' it by any means // can't nothing get in between// I'm simply just doing my thing//
The heat leave you gone in flash// that flame drop it right on gas// the temperature rise got you Meltin' like ice so you know what I gotta do
$PLASH (4x)
This for my my people in the house no central air no AC// in that whip windows down screaming out f*** this heat// tryna find a pool everyday up out the week// mad as f*** cause ain't nobody gon' invite em to the beach//
Coolest n**** in summer b**** I'm Dallas rains// but every time in the booth y'all n***** get these flames// it's too hot up on this earth for me to f*** with lames// that's why I be M.I.A like what, hold up, what's his name//
Hottest in the city and I ain't extinguished // flow so distinguished// juvenile delinquent , give a f*** bout' what you thinkin' // c'mon dawg ya brains fried// going hard for the win like games tied// bobby bushay the steeze H20// I'm the dude these n**** hate for they chick to know// I just give & go or I pick & roll// if I keep her around that mean shawty cold// verse from me going up like the gas price // they try to plan my next moves f*** ya advice// the flow is dry ice , cool off til you burn// oh that s*** hurt me no care I have no concern //
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No Limits
04:16
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Okay I'm sippin' til I'm faded// sippin' til I make it// sippin' til I got double vision // so that's twice the times I'm gon' take it// on the the move I got Tunnel Vision so it's all go I'm not flaking// on the move like it's a time limit so it's all go I ain't patient // all these n***** on stand still // they stuck on they old plans still// been through with all the old s*** that's & that's why I'm the man still// I put out that s*** that cool the summer down but spit like I got no chill// these n***** claim they music crazy but when I hear the s*** I get no thrills// swerving all in some new s*** letters all up on them wheels// swerving out with a new chick she ain't never seen w. Out heels// credit known all in these streets cause my pockets always stay filled with Bills// got my weight up in these streets cause I'm eating out here chasing mills// been killing these Beats got all these n**** asking who making them// that's me that's me I.E. oh word? You need to make you a tape with them// but keep that s*** real trill cause to many out here be fake with them// so I'm gassing I'm gassing I'm gone no stopping no brakes with them//
(Chorus)
Stone throwers trying to slow us down but Na we ain't got not limits// 100 miles through your side of town cause n**** we don't see no limits // posted floating out the ozone cause we ain't got no limits// we gon' do what the f*** we want cause we ain't got no limits// I ball hard I spend it all cause we ain't got no limits// I come through I turn it up cause we ain't got no limits// you girl say she do it all cause she ain't got no limits// it ain't my fault I silk the shock cause I got no limits
I ain't got no limits , everything good life ain't handing me no lemons// 21 years young I ain't got no dependents// just myself and my team yea we out here & getting it// just tryna f*** hoes, get money & travel// and ima do me fuck you and ya gavel// cause as long as I'm living I'm going harder than gravel// the world tryna wrap me up but ima let my gifts unravel// cause I'm a king in the present// could have been a president in past// but I ain't tryna have the world stressing// & I'd go out like Kennedy fast// so i do it for my descendants // so all my generations got cash//
And let em know they can't slow us down cause we always gon' be coming up fast// like flash, but make it last got champagne in my hour glass// no school , no grad but shawty already know I got class// no question if this music quest is a test I'm surely gon' pass // cause my delivery on point like mailman from the Jazz// & I do this no effort y'all don't see no hassle// everything "Otay" I wild out like a rascal// and shawty give brain like go and move that tassel// now the royal penis is clean so it's back to the castle //
(Chorus)
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Dolla (Ft. Luxx)
03:33
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What They Want
03:56
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(Chorus)
These hoes know just what they want// & I just happen to be that // these hoes know just what they want // so they call my phone whenever they need that//
(Verse 1)
They see me on the go// They wanna get to know// that wild n**** with the fro// on me when I hit the do' // but she got to be a pro // real freak with it tho// if she can move it slow// I let her call me on the low // // they wanna roll with a n**** like me/// they wanna smoke with a n**** like me// if she came wit a n**** like you , bet she do the right thing spike lee// she turnt up off Hennessy// and this double cup so clutch// all my h*** is rare breed , all my h*** deluxe// everything I do so player like // everything y'all do just suck // already know she gon' choose the life// already know she wan f***// already know she wan f***// I got her nipped & tucked// game so tight no swete all skill when I cut no luck// she want me to wife her I don't even like her // you cuff her at the crib I just one night her// she say with you she high-key board on that old shit like a type writer // I put her on that new wave // surfboard like Malia Jones // beat it up like she misbehaved// then when I leave she call my phone cause//
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Gotta new one like every week// gotta different one like everyday// my favorite got satin sheets// my baddest be out in the bay// they run it to me like undelee// they throw it back like a Frisbee // shawty call me and always wanna hump // but it don't even be Wednesday// I gotta tell these h*** that I don't play // don't be telling your friends I'm bae// cause she gon' be like oh y'all cute// soon as you gone she be coming my way // but you gon' be mad or Na // I always got one on call// but ain't none about to get cuffed// cause we always high above the law// she talking about she love me // all I hear is blah blah blah// now she yelling out f*** me// I'm laughing like ha ha ha// her mind say she wanna leave // but that p**** like Na Na Na // now she riding on top of me and scream like oh my god// man these girls so typical// but I'm glad my ladies be tropical// pop my collar like a pimp would do // then go out and me some papadeauxs// got some xan's my pop me dos// and she tryna fxck like vamanos// hit it then I'm like adios// she ain't tryna leave I already know
(Chorus)
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Cake Up (Ft. Andrews)
03:28
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Cruise Control (Ft. LT)
04:45
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(Verse 1)
I do this s*** for my real n***** // do this s*** for my down b******// do this s*** for them real figures// on all night no off switches // on my job Til' I own this s***// work like I can't get fired or quit// grind to get a meal like a n**** can't eat// while these h*** got my taste cause my style they bit// spark the Kush that fire I hit// you pour that drank codeine I sip// n**** never stress don't need that cig// counting money kill the math then pass that trig// pow (pow x3) n***** jelly cause they moving like Jiffy// I'm sitting on butter get to the money in a jiffy // only got 5 seats for my n***** that with me// 3 seats in the back if she down for the quickie// only got the finest you know a n***** picky // my shooters stay around me on the way to the top // got n***** aiming at me from the back like Ricky// can't hit what the games been missing// y'all mad cause the whole camp grinning// no breaks til' my whole city winning// everybody dizzy cause the whole fam spending//
(Chorus)
On it, morning, night, til' morning// 365 no yawning// no restrooms we ain't stalling// got these n***** pissed, cause now my n***** is balling// they know we the s*** 100 we go all in//
(Verse 2)
I be that n**** with the gold fro that got your h** froze// that n**** you mad at cause your girl just chose// she shy cause she know cuh go like D. Rose// número UNO // shawty tryna get prego like Juno// but I keep that gold wrapper cause who know// tryna be boss like Hugo sipping on jugo // Chilling on fresco wit my dawgs petco// G.I. Jet flow// spit til I get strept throat// and I rep the west hoe// that be the best coast , sorry if you get left though // I'm tryna get right now // you talk a lot I'm like pipe down// me and my team running shit now// y'all tired out so sit down // and we turning up so get down // get down I'm in the booth while y'all Laying down// I ain't stopping til' everyday is payday// I ain't stopping til' everyday a vaycay // I ain't stopping til' all these rappers vacate // I ain't stopping til' everyday we celebrate// I ain't stopping til' I show love & they still hate // I ain't stopping til' me & my whole fam straight//
(Chorus)
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(Bridge AGE)
(Verse 1)
thoughts get worse as I get older// as the weather warms my heart gets colder// Got the weight of the world on shoulders// my new shoes feeling like boulders// chilling in the cut like peroxide// got a girl on my left & she don't know what's right// I tell her like Sean Paul just give me the light// never touched the pen but all I do is write// that kush let it burn like incense// the incentive is getting high no coincidence // practice make perfect on that consistent tip// the way she blow the whole team so conspicuous// she so promiscuous got my mind gone// and that loud so strong, fuck around and levitate// they say he ain't never gon be on I just f*** around and let em hate// because I know I'm great// pull up to scene so fashionably late// just flew in from another mind state // got a gold mind cause I'm from that gold mine state// cash on helium watch my pockets inflate// chick whip topless watch the roof decapitate // kill game so hard think I need a smoke break// kill the game so hard catch me smoking at the wake// me & my whole team eating off a mistake// like
(Chorus AGE)
(Verse 2)
Now girl is you smoking, me too// so let's go & do what we do// You split it , ill stuff it , you roll it , i light up then we smoking all night til we through// first the blunt , then the bong take a rip// take some more out zip // stuff the pipe take a hit, now the gas mask hella faded but we ain't smoking cause we hip// we just in our world hella different views// shit We on got us floating right up out the shoes// shit I'm on got me zoning all into you// shit you on got you eye'n like what it do// I'll be on my peter Parker if you be Mary Jane // higher than superman you be Louise lane// I'll get the pussy wet if you let me hydroplane// and when I get up in it you gon know I ain't playing games// Ima need some bomb head and some good weed// to slow my life down bring it right back to speed// cause I been on the go been moving too fast, young n**** ain't slept in like two weeks// gotta bad case of insomnia , so ima need you to f*** me to sleep// but before I beat (before I beat) , you know I gotta chief before I eat // and girl I eat it up like an edible// smoking on that hulk got the stroke so incredible// got super powers off them medical vegetables// smoke way too loud so now we detectable// this my confessional, this stress had to make it suppressible // and you were professional high intellectual // be my psychiatrist you so psycho-sexual// bend you right over like damn you so flexible// feeling right so I can't be wrong// she tryna run another round to the song // I beat my chest like a n**** King Kong// but I'm running out of the breathe aw I'm gone//
(Chorus AGE)
(Bridge AGE)
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Summer 07' (Ft. LT)
03:47
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(Verse 1)
Take me back to them summer nights // all the baddies got they body right// always getting into something every move was flight// latest fashion on deck , though I kept it very light// turn up at sunset orange clouds what a sight// kickback going up, shawty's tryna function// everybody rolling thick let turn this in to something// red cup shawty I got the Styrofoam // doubled up filled to the rim you know what I be on// and you know that I was gone let that music bring me back// then she grabbed me by the hand started winding to the track// move it slow motion for me , I know she on me // know she want me // then that's when she told me // I'm only here for a while// put her number in my phone told me don't be scared to dial// i told her mo$ def then she flashed me with that smile// ( aw yea ) I told her I make it worthwhile // she said just hit me up when you down//
(Chorus LT)
(Verse 2)
Hotel with that beach view// bed with them sheets new// she had her bikini bottoms on and them bamboos// you know them gold nu-nus on her body couple sexy little tattoos // she liked to chat too // she liked that I could rap too // she was 5'2 , talking bout she was tall but she was high too// took her out to eat we ain't eating fast food// la holla beach chilling she say in a great mood // told me she enjoyed the time and i'm a great dude// now we back at the spot and she laying Layin nude// Hennessy bottle open and she wanna massage// told her only it's real baby no phasaud// that full body made her moan like oh my God // told her I'm going down no Mary j Blige// she gave me a round of applause & then I took her down like
(Chorus LT)
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Rich I.E. Riverside, California
Rich I.E. a.k.a UrKillinMeRichie is only the Freshest, Illest, Dopest, Artist/Producer, Killin' sh*** out of the I.E.! With the Tag #UrKillinMeRichie You know you getting a beat that bangs whether it be R&B, Soul, Hip-hop, mainstream to underground everysong is a hit you can vibe with! ... more
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