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till she snooze
Yeah I pick and choose
I like all my bitches by the twos
With a bottle of that 1942
Bad bitches on me yeah, they comin on my jewels
She

To the bank fo shoooo
To the bank fo shoooo

I cant go a day without spray
Let the bottles, sing and spray
All the way, gotta put the opps away

Niggas really

pockets, the rest in the bank
Take off like a rocket, it ain't no stoppin
Yeah , yeah, if you hating just stop it

Geeked out of my body , yeah yeah
MPM be

that Sunshine by Atmos
Fearing the action of eating incase it came back up
Bottle's looking good, but it's deceiving like a catfish
Wrapped around

That's What's Up

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

ain't stoppin me dawg 
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords 
You will, die by the gun

if they try to come for me
These mask and gloves ain’t stopping these
V2’s 223 I’m drumming through the pilot
With a AR 5.56 this 203 a rocket
Drop by

know what I came from
If big bank take little bank how I'm winning
Cant nobody see me through the fall
And that won't even here me if I call
But they say

I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with the rocket
Never seen you with bands in yo

We popped a bottle then hit the throttle all the way up
Eighth of fungus, alligators and the darkest hush
Turned up the volume on Mr. Anderson

even way, way back then, uh
Look at the way that I’m whippin’ yeah
They roll with me 'cause I be wit it, yeah
If you can't take the heat my nigga
Stay

no aid then I cover with the band
I'm the ace at dark I rap my heart and by myself I stand
Note that I got it and I'm here to take the reigns
Might be

Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

Black Thought

Quality

2002

crew, give me dap like true dat
We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til

me about her past 
After dining at the table she gon' throw that pussy back 
Red bottoms on her feet step on any bitches neck 
Copping bottles

rest stop
I keep a bag on me I think I am the best out
My old hoes mad new hoes ride foreign
My bank account stay lit rich like I do porn
Credit going

Guerilla Monsoon Rap

Black Thought

Quality [Clean]

2002

favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
I black

In Da Club

50 Cent

Greatest Street Hitz

know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs

problems
I drown in a bottle
I just hit a show up
Out in a new state
Spending addiction
I’m young and I’m lifted
I’m losing the reasons
That help me to cope

to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't

the bottle's empty
But baby, no matter how I spin it
Church, bar, bank, laundromat
Dang girl, you always in it
I can't walk out the house without runnin'

Blow

Dré

Port of Miami

2006

Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,

by others
You fillin' my empty sky with colors
Dreams like this ain't made for popping.
Don't let us blow up like a bottle rocket, no no ooh
Like

on my neck
Run in the bank and I'm cashing a check
Patek like Uzi but I got the tec
Ay ay I got the tec
Run up on me then your dead
Messing with me was

(uh-huh)
Drinkin' every bottle 'til a nigga get nauseous (uh-huh)
Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous (uh-huh)
Hundred thousand on a nigga,

Yeah I’m good
I got some money in the bank
I got some people I should thank
Figured out what it takes
Yeah I’m good yeah I’m good
Yeah I’m great
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