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Albums:

Bitch Bitch Bitch (Rudiments) · Bitch Bitch Bitch (Rudiments) · Louis & Luis: Louis Armstrong and Luis Russell 1929-1941 (Louis Armstrong) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Luis Miguel, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luis Miguel (Luis Miguel) · Lo Mejor De Luis Fonsi (Luis Fonsi) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Luis Fonsi (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luis Miguel (Luis Miguel) · Shapes: Circles Complied By Robert Luis (Alice Russell) · Lo Mejor de José Luis Perales (José Luis Perales) – and 90 other albums »


the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high top fade
Open up ya coach bag; bitch, so I can get laid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch
Grown ups, in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie

Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high top fade
Open up ya coach bag; bitch, so I can get laid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
and get me
Talkin' shit, you tryna start what?
Better have them bottles ready
If not, bitch you got me fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Bitch you
bitches on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch 'cause I'm struggling, so get
Off your knees and then start juggling
These motherfucking nuts in
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song

If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
Talking about she gone
Say she want that Luis bag I [?]
[?] you niggas know [?]
I could get your [?]
Why you niggas bitching with me, come down to [?]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song

If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T
And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's
Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy
You know what I'm sayin'?

But
for me to get high
Feel buck when I ride by (I'm so hood)
I got em' hate talking like plies
Niggas keep dropping like flies
Snitching ain't going
the goons 'round me 
And yeah I rep my city, bitch 
I'm from Dade County 

[Flo-Rida] 
Ayy! 
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
me bitch
And back up

(Chorus)
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Dawg, get from me and (back up)
Everytime I
Bitch Ass Niggas Wanna Fight Me
But I ain't Going Play With 'Em
Nu Uh Brother Left To AK Hit 'Em
Tough Niggas Get Fucked Up
And Put On Ice For
off)
(What?)
(Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on)

Gettin' my bang on, red strings on
Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on
Luis Vuitton belt
for me to get high
Feel buck when I ride by (I'm so hood)
I got em' hate talking like plies
Niggas keep dropping like flies
Snitching ain't going
gauch bag, bitch, so I can get paid
Take off your g-string droors
Bitch, eat your Wheaties cause I don't pause
What are ya laughing at, ain't a damn thing
nigga

South side till I die

Mississippi

Weak bitch

This hot shit by David Banner 

Your ain't gotta go no where nigga

I'm up in this city, you can
better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when
like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)

Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in