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I think you took it to heart but I hope you know
Yore an angel in my eyes if I told you otherwise
Baby girl I lied imma keep you in vision
Keep your

And now they fucking with the movement, baby girl looking juicy
I had to school a student, my hand is up and down her spine
My crew been gettin' too lit,

What should I do
How should I pursue, Pepe lepu
Naw that'd be rude
But she seems a little classy to me
And I'd be lying if I'd said she on level with

Baby, baby, you don't get it
I wanna see your little attitude
360 degrees, you're the finest

You be the kind of girl
You be the kind of girl
You be

then shoot then little nigga stop all that flinching
Yeah yeah Call me Big Slixk right now
Trying make play, nigga quick to foul
One of one nigga, got my

water
It's Mr. go fuck yourself
Mr. independent himself
Mr. 90s resurrecting from hell
Mr. boom bap come back big facts
He goes by the name of
Antwon Da

Didn’t take much time,
to notice you.
With your Brown eyes,
don’t even have to try,
You’re the missing piece
That I’ve been puzzled by.

(BUT) this

to watch a game
But all these guys tried to get my name
Don't they understand that I'm a real fan
I'm not in this bar tryin' to find a man
Well baby this

you all in my head?
I never thought Ill need somebody to love 

Fell into you
In the blink of an eye
Now where should I begin

I wanna tell you baby now

What About Us

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Thug World Order

2002

and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't want to blow it
But unemployed for all the little girls and boys

I wonder why I love
Every little thing that you do
You're the reason baby
In every little thing you do
Not only talking physically
But spiritual

hopelessly died
Killed by a man on the run
May your light shine
Brighter every day
While my shadow grows
Into someone else
Love is freedom
Love's the diamond

chained him, wrote this on the bottom his feet
Call it borrowing sheets
To tend to my hut a little
Mending my trust, it's brittle
Pending my rut's acquittal

nasty
The type to bend your nigga over if he ask me
I try my best to keep it a little classy
But I'm from out west, so you know we can get it cracking

If

The girl tripping
Too much cash cash cash cash cash
Round three
On me
She thirsty
Ass curvy
Brown hair and its curly
Eyes pearly
Little waist boobs perky

Igotcaon Chanelcaaa (Yehh)

Chanel Chanel draped all on my body
Shit'n on these haters like they was my potty
Nah ain conceited but I am a little cocky
I'm

how they'll remember me 
So pretty, so lovely, oh so lonely 

My parent's love was conditional
cnd a little bit untraditional 
But the media was always

turned rapper, never was a gunner
I could be your plug now, started off a runner
Brown paper cash, yeah, we stack it by the hundred
Diamonds all wet, trap

I’m talkin the Baby and Gunna way
I like my foreigns like I like my Jordans
In all different colourways
I wear my band to the back or the front
It is

Making Love to the Money

Gucci Mane

The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted

2010

my baby
She get me outta jams or tight situations 
Little man got no gun at point ain't no limitation
She got me in that thang sittin' on them

And living free aye

Look up at the stars baby
Tell me what you see aye
Pretty little dandelion
Float over to me yeah

I been going crazy
Little baby
My vision

(darkness)
Why you keep playing with me, little baby
I'm tryna put you in a Mercedes
Got me feeling
And I really want you to be my lady, oh
To be my

I been hearing voices, oh
Telling you for me to go
Baby let me know
I should've never fucking left home

Doing sit-ups on the floor until my chest

on over I'm pull you in
Crawl on over commandment to sin
I'm your little little cat cow on all fours
Liftin downward dog you beneath my floor

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