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Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay
Bentley said to Craig "Let him have it Chris" They still don`t know today just what he meant by this Craig fired the pistol, but was too young
This is the business Prepare to take witness To the type of ish that we on, we on By the time that you get there We already been there We done
By Walter Egan and Chris James How come everyone says we're fine It looks so different here inside Too many nights we fuss and fight A whole lotta
Patty cake patty cake I'm baked my man Kick it on your street like bad Chris and them garbage cans Awww man, them bitches think I'm ballin So they
know it's part of the green bags Visualize the shepherd and the green jets Wait until I get on the haters is gonna hate it And miss young Chris
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head All my niggas T.T.G. they Trained To Go shawty Kick a door shawty Lay down on da floor shawty Trained
y'all ain't feel a nigga Had it out with Chris he still my nigga Sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz So I ain't never been served get ya facts
my G Down in Vegas watching Snow on MTV So mister overseer can you please set me free I said the robbers sped off in a MPV Ask Danny P, Chris Black
paid So many starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin' MC see But he's a seedless greed, makin' pace in the RV It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be
mornin' And I'd never take that for granted He's blessed me for so many things A wonderful family, friends I thank God for listenin', let me pour my
getting trapped in the light by fixation Truly free, love it baby, I'm talking no inflation Too many war wounds and not enough wars Too few rounds in
niggas on it That cellphone that I bought Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers So it leaves me to wonder Why do I still promise to love her?
Free from paying them bills Free to come and go when ya feel Most of all, free from them haters Verse 1: [Willie D] So many problems that exist in my
(So many other ways) But baby you belong with me (Ohh, ohh) Hey baby girl what's your name who you with? Do you do wanna get down with this pimpin'
Boi I got so many Boi I got so many Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up We gonna put it down for texas one time Boi I got so many Boi I got so
to the seat covers In the head-rest you looking at Chris Tucker Money talk, bullshit walk Broke mulfukkas White folk, ween born with the money we hunt So when
motherfuckin' busy. So many spins my records is motherfuckin' dizzy. Haters wanna turn to their girl and be like, "Who Is He", But I bet a million she tell
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
Funk Flex, Chris Brown Who you mad at? Me or yourself Gold chain, gold chain Gettin' money gon' watch this hoes chance I'm in the party got
slangers Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood Proud of my block, everyday fought for
you sound like Chris Rock You ain't got no rocks you ain't signed by the rock Bitch ass get geeked punk I'll drop you off You can't dribble the rock you
the morning and I see dollar signs Said shawty wanna rolling, I’m like oh man she fine I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine So why you
[INTRO] Boi I got so many Boi I got so many Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up We gonna put it down for texas one time Boi I got so many Boi I got
Chorus Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up (DJ Paul) This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit The Three 6 show no love we quick