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the only way they ever showed
I got this emptiness inside that got me fighting for approval because I missed out on my daddy saying, way to go,
Ain't get
she'll never bored, I score
Shoot to the top floor, then record her, she in love wit' a bad boy
It's that D aura, got she for it, got her feelin' euphoric,
of the load 'cause all I want is a piece of the road

Well, I ain't too good but I ain't too bad
Though I've been sorry for some things that I've done
I've got
you
I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
Buyin
you see a nigga, that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
a bad mothafucker just tryna get some credit
So good it can get my into heaven, nigga

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more
the hall
It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall
I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
Man we looking for the Louis
fuck a diamond chain we wearing guns on our shoulder
If you want it you can get it, come and sign up,
We got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up
on smash, eighteen karats
Little overweight, hit the gym, let's go get the abs in
Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain't even fastened
I'm trying to get
I-D.
And that means I got your number.
Please don't make me dial it,
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot.
So just do me
it, let it go.
You ain't gotta look no more.

[First Verse]
I'ma certified hot chick MAC like my lipstick.
Lovin me so good that he ice me like
nigga 
I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns

I'm
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back,
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop,
Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard
a problem with me
I ain't got a model with me, good lookin' hood chick
That'll hit you with a bottle for me
A couple homies from the hood that know how I do
Yeah, normally it ain't a question
We would cross paths like an intersection
But she just too far away for affection
So I pray that we never lose
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
happen, why'know? 
HAHAHAHAHAHA~! 

[Swizz Beatz] 
Who want a problem ha, ha? (*4X*) 

[Styles P] 
Yeah, I wanna know who got a problem with me 
I ain't got
We straight

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Got
this, started talking about the Ghost production

But that's how I got in the game. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here
So you know. After they
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp
beats by the pound like niggas slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good
Got niggas bout it, from baton rouge to st. louis
To cincinnati
Got niggas