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glocks, but  pushin heavyweight
You niggas goofy, boy, you bogus
Super slackin he wasn't focused
Sensors at my crib ain't the only thing that's catching

Mamacita

OutKast

Aquemini

1998

The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy
You wide open, you start smoking wit' ya girl
She nigga bashing saying you don't need

That Kinda Girl

dc Talk

Free at Last

1992

and said, "I'm looking for a lady."
So she slapped me in my face and said: "Boy you must be crazy."

She's that kinda girl
Different from the ones before

guns in
Catch you slipping, it's bedtime
Gotta kill you by a certain time
Now, that's what I call a deadline
Deadline, deadline
Can't call it like a dead

muthafuckin clean like a broom

( Yeah , Get up )

Yeah , Yeah ,  She is  gone muthafuckin suck me

( Suck it )

If i just fuck that lil bitch , Then she lucky

Find me by the water, I can bang now
All about a dollar, I can bang that, yeah
Ridin' for my partnas, I can bang that
I do what I wanna, I can

, fuck that... My boys go harder
Shouts out to Big Duke, Mingo & Lil Carter
That's some of the hardest niggas that I can tell you bout
The rest of my

that I ain't even smoking
Feels like this is retarded
The way I stay on my guard
My walls crumbling faster than I can rebuild 'em
So what's the antidote

that I ain't even smoking
Feels like this is retarded, the way I stay on my guard
My walls crumbling faster than I can rebuild 'em
So what's the antidote

on some shit that I ain't even smoking
Feels like this is retarded, the way I stay on my guard
My walls crumbling faster than I can rebuild 'em
So what's

N' I promise if I'm shootin' back my name Mike Miller

Screamin' like yo head empty
Please tell me why all the dead got yo chest heavy
Talkin' bout you

she peeped up
She like, "If we tell our story, they wouldn't believe us
We on the cruise seein' shit we never seent"
Ronnie agreed, he wipin' tears

dreams like inception
I can tell you a leech, just by ya aura
All you do is make up shit like Sephora
Sly Devil, on the side, tryna swipe shit, swipe shit

mine)
And I got that gas fah sell (Sell)
And I gotta pack by the mail (Mail)
Lil shorty she like how I smell (Smell)
The money treating me well (Well)

Candy Paint

MC Breed

What's Hot, Vol. 8

2001

swear you seen magic
Now she's a star, she used to be a maget

Her pussy went platinum, that's what I heard
Like when I'm rappin', you never get enough

Still goin hard leaving out the baggage
Tell them niggas leave me out the madness
I just need to grind
I watch that bitch leave me like I'm average

Fruitcakes

Jimmy Buffett

Fruitcakes

1994

want 'em
What do we do with 'em?
Here we go, I'll tell ya

She said you gotta do your fair share 
Now cough up half the rent 
I treat my body like

to decipher a hoe that really like me
Or fucking with me cause I keep the shit player
She's been in my ear about these bitches
I tell her that she wrong
In

that's where everything begins
That's where everything begins, gotta know your worth
They say that boy change the world when they put me in the dirt
But

now fuck that lil' hoe, I see a new bitch

I'm seein' somethin' different in her, seein' new shit
She like, boy, what's ya name? I'm like, QuanDaGleesh

h*e be a h*e
Act like you'n give a f*ck about em no
I try to tell my lil bros
I try tell my lil bruddas
Just cause she look good
Don't mean she won't

gripe, and
That's a hard Vicodin to swallow
So I scrap these
As pressure increases like khakis
I feel the ice cracking, because

I walk on water but I

shoota Tray Savage
And he got that MAC-10
This ain't no old western
Spot 'em, got 'em, drop 'em
Shoot his ass bitch no exceptions

She like you told me

play around
Ya boy don't like no surprise 
She wanna fuck wit the gang
We not like them other guys 
I'm smoking up, getting chiefy 
You can tell by my