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that we didn't eat
But I'm still out here living
Im still that lil thug from the East
I'm bout to go shine in the west
She ain't like what she seen
Girl

(I'm not mr. brightside, I don't deserve a spotlight)
(I'm dreaming on a red eye, as reality seems to fly by)
(I miss texting my best friends, but my

In the House

Califa Thugs

Califa Thugs

2001

talkin shit ese
Baggy pants creased up
And I kick it with my thugs
If you ain't one of us
Then to you there is no love
Makin the rap
Strappin the gat

Faygo thick
Blueberry wit' the grapes
Now my Faygo Crip
3 Beans, a lil' squeeze
Gave her Play-doh dick
I just came from the block
On some J-Lo shit
Find

fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die

jewels and they dancin'
Skippin' school, won't get caught by Mr. Manny
Jumped in the streets and I start taking chances
Ride with big Glocks and these

on the stove, cause I'm lit now
Told her friends we Netflix and chill, she got a Big Mouth
Sorry Mrs. Kiss and tell you getting kicked out
Pockets full of knots

and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh

Yeah
I got

this pain inside my heart ain't come from enemies
I got no sympathy for niggas can't b mr t
How you gone leave and turn your back like you was sick of me

Afro Angel

Will Smith

Willennium

1999

case 

Would you please be my wife? 

Then like a sign from the sky, the baby cried 

Like an angel sings 

I love y'all more than anything

hop in the booth
When I pour up drink, cuzzo pourin' up goose

And it's real deal, wok
I know you think it's juice
Lil' hoe was a mutt, had to cut

ayo the za by the mailbox she told me to close up the door
She feeling freaky, she wanna top it, love when she litty she suck it so sloppy
She from

and Slimies
You know that fuck with tana
In love with the colors and drugs
I'm mixing Tropicana
Excuse me Mr. can't get enough
Smoke keep a extra hammer
Felon,

And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart

really thug ya I might take you to my projects
I might give you all my love, all my best sex
I might fuck around and love you on my mama bed
I dig it when

I got
Music that's on fire
I got
Couple lil bandz that get me by yeah
Watch out
Cause your bitch wanna get me higher
And I'm in
Cause my life it got

Briefcase Boogie

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

wor-are-are-are-are-mmmmmmmm! I'm goi
Pretend I'm squirting them on you! whoo! wheeeee! almost gotcha!

Harry:
Not now, rhonda! ow! oof! oh, I love this! hurt me! hurt me! oh,

warm nut on your breasts
Ain't nothin' fuckin' with them bitches
(nah) from the West

Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope

that shit just made me tough
I wanna tell the bitch I love her, but she get too crazy
I'm second-guessin', should I let this lil' bitch have my baby?

Getting ready Steady, ima take this like a boss
Yeah u heard me, When I come with this heat
That's Mr. Genuine
I'm the one to greet
We AIN'T taking NO LOSS

Position shuffle like a deck
Aggressive growls by her neck
Trying to break into a sweat
Only way I cum
Gone be correct
Afterwards we lay
A lil caress
Politic

Ayy, yo yo (Uh, huh)
Aye (What's up?) check this out (Okay)
Lil Jon in this bitch (That's right, nigga)
Corporate Thugs, motherfucker, motherfucker

at all times right by me I'm too important
Going up hella n****s boarding
Get the f*** ain't no n**** snoring
It's like what how could a n**** ever snore

She wanna fuck every night
LIL mama don't care bout the price
She fell in love with my vibe
She said they don't treat her right
She wanna be by my