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man, God to what? 
You gotta admit B, the motherfuckers tore the fuckin house down 
I got the fuckin album B! 
I ain't gon front on the shit, fuck em,
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

R.I.P., R.I.P
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

R.I.P., R.I.P
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

R.I.P., R.I.P
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

R.I.P., R.I.P
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)

Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
S.D.F.S.D. had her seeing double
The envelope looked like a good Chinese puzzle
Yes I got those letters you wrote me when we were fifteen
By younger son
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take
and bullwhips cracking
How long? How long?

Lillie Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man coming 'round
Swear by God I'm gonna cut him
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)

Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
crosses are burning fast
Southern man

Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man comin' round
Swear by God I'm gonna cut him down!

I
P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man

Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man comin' round
Swear by God I'm gonna
grandad

His courage runs down in my blood
His kindness in his eyes 
If you can see a man in me 
He's the reason why

Paul brown petty was a good ol