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I'm a dad, this my life
This the type of shit I write
I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking dope high as a kite
Only

Free

Pimp C

Pimpalation [DVD]

2006

Hold up! Everybody who's got love ones locked up in that system
Say man if ya people locked up 
You need to stay down wit'cha folks! (Stay down wit'em

Rickey
Uh, Talk to me talk to me talk to me
Ol big fine ahh, tryna tell you yeah
Look, Aight bet so you see me riding in all by myself
I been riding

Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be

season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I

Soulja Boy Tell'em!

Jumped Inside The Showerrr
Then I Get Stupid Fresh
Turn My Swag On, Put That Ice On My Neck
Call On Miami (Miami) yeah That's

play you lay it down
I made 3 when the score sound pop on the board
Tell the crowd I'm the kind now
I be so clean wit the bleach
Had to get masked up

a call
I could Move through a room full of volters... NICE
And I still turn heads pultagice
Rock a cold chain
Neck full of Soulja ice
You young boys should

Ayy
Bring 'em inside, got the lights right
Only thing on my mind is a pocket full of the cash
Check drop so it's on me
Tell me girl do you like what

by my momma house, losing no way
She said that I should clean the house before I go play
They told me I should get a deal, I tell em no way
I tell em

cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out

on the night vision, we 'boutta ride
It's this nigga last day, alive
So go kiss yo momma and tell her "goodbye"
Pull that boy through the dirt, nigga, I got

came out a cell
Yeah that boy did a 7, came back out of hell
I remember was side by side inside the jail
Stories you niggas can't tell
And I ain't sayin

Dirty Laundry

Carrie Underwood

Storyteller

2015

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink
And I can tell by the smell of that perfume
It's like forty dollars too cheap

a motherfucker
Cause I really want it with the team

Roll up in a clean whip, puffin' on the green shit
Run up on your team quick, hit em with the beam clip
You

squeeze, lemon squeeze
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze
Don't tell my niggas stay safe, tell 'em to stay dangerous 
Auntie hit that stem, almost fainted

Privileged living in here but boys that's in sac is just living the scariest
Shawn has just got him a son, but she just won't marry I'm
Chains in the fences

di da di, but the beer is in the back
Move a little closer clean that dust up off your eardrum
If they start asking questions you can tell em you ain't

(gllliiiddd)
Choppy Sounding off singing like Lucci
Left the scene told me boys it was Gucci (brrr)

Neva been a Soulja boy 
Always been a F**in chief 
Lead neva

em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine

Man I don't mind
I got

twenty four with that
Aint no redemption, you been treating em like Shawshank
Killing dreams with you like Shark Tank
Just tell me that you want me
But

wit
Her head down packed
Tell by the way that she jerking it
And just incase aint really tryna date the chick
Her drinks slip some pills in it
Aint

And kill him cause he a threat Should've told him watch his mouth
For all that dissing on the neck Now his mama crying
Cause a picture all on a check
Walk em

sight is
Vision stay closed minded
When I'm comin up behind em
50-50 see me grinding
Oh you deaf boy let me sign it
Graph to the points only what makes