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Bankhead

Young Droop

King [Clean]

2006

like Vick
What the fucks on ya hood
This is Mr. Westside

I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I supposed ta go
I

anything, lil bitch we let it spark
Life's a roller coaster, keep your head up when it goes down
Mr Talk My Shit, you know that imma show out
Skate through

Hi, how you doing? It's Mr. Paid Little Bastard himelf
He a Paid Little Bastard he go by Gambino
Aye that shit crazy she wouldn't fuck me
Now she

was my birthday
Nobody knew
Catch a tigger by the toe

And even if he holler
I still won't let him go
Until he choose, an eeny, meeny, miny, hoe
You

Sink all over my neck
I got the thots impressed
My hoe say imma mess
My hoe say I'm the best
I know you see how I dress
Gotta demand respect
Pop out

hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know

shit, losing my patience
I could never get back all the time that you wasted

I'm outside of your house, when you dip hoe I'm finna break in
So much rage

've never seen a señorita more bonita
My name is Lil' Rob, nice to mean ya
Wish that I could eat ya, keep you to myself, to myself, to the side
You says lets

(Jello!)
I had to question the way she was looking at me, I asked and then she froze
I could just tell by the way she was looking at me she wants

Porn Wars Deluxe

Frank Zappa

Understanding America

2012

way constitutionally to do away with it, I would.
Senator Trible: Rather the emotional damage

Chairman: Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. You

make her Mrs. (nah, huh huh)
My money dumb, my money stupid
If you seen the way I make that chopper work, you know I ain't the one to fool with
Two years

now I'm colder Than they shoulder
I'm smoking Baby Yoda, you can tell it By the odor
Not doing yoga, but I bend her over Touch her toes
She say I

Make Some Room

Snoop Dogg

The Assassin

1998

and extra an clip, 

I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip 

Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin) 

Big Ed be

(Yea)
(Mm)
(Yea)
(Mm)
(Yea)
Put a thot on her knees
I pay the fees
Cop Louie V
(Yea)
(Uh)
Lil hoe don’t want you
She fucking for food
Boy you a fool

daddy paid, drive a Bentley B
In by the lights, can't be for the streets
I could never understand her obsession with me
I got bitches
On the low low
They

We Shinin'

Rick Ross

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

need more champagne
Lemon in every piece niggaz know my chain
Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
You could get a lil' pussy nigga hold my

nigga's green but I could never be on go
And all these nigga's steady hatin' they be tryna stop the flow
But I'm Mr 404 you nigga's know how that shit go

Just dropped a album but I still ain't got no time for sleepin'
I might wake up, drop a mixtape for no reason
Influence you lil' niggas, happy that you

It’s gonna be worth all the trouble You’ve heard it before
Ain't no pain, ain’t no gain
I’m grabbing this shit by the throat
Ain’t no fucking with me hoe

and get you some (yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that hoe who dick she

the tropics 
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya

decision when you come after me
I could give a fuck what a hoe gotta' say
1 hour we done got no time for today
Sucks to be you if yo' ass bein' late
If you

with a stitch
Can't trust a hoe, cuz I know she a dip
If I get in the hole you a ditch
Shit, my last hoe was a flip
Saved her name in my phone under zip

Dog Ass

Juvenile

Stick Up

1999

grill now, protected by the steel now 

(B.G.) 

Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right 

I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight