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'til she go to sleep
Every time she mad (Mad)

Rich nigga still love Pop Tarts (Uh)
For breakfast had Skittles and Wockhardt
(Wock', wock') bad lil'

the west side
I said I came from the best side
Just come down if you wanna ride
But She never wanna stay the night
Let's get by
I'ma get high
Fill my cup

This bitch really think she a trap queen cause my  money romantic 

Hi there hello  
Tell me ain't that where i got you at
Cause she got me at jello

Can we smoke weed in this bitch
My lil' bitch just text me
She just pee'd on a stick
I know that's my pussy
So that's me if it hit
I'ma act bad
Ain't

with a nigga
She capping for the green though
Roadside assistance
You been for the streets hoe
Buddy might be poppin'
But he still ain't me though
Better

all she wanna do is touch on me all day
Think that you can get the jump on me
Well I ain't that way
Fuck around and 6 feet under is
Where you'll lay
Run

George Washington (where my money at?)
She thought he'd call (where my money at?)
She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day
All she wanna know is

Everything that made you
Seemed to change you
Now you ain't the same you
Tell me is it worth the cost
Calling out for love but the signals gettin

ways
Money talk but i got a lip i dont need that shit
Attitude keep my shit on high cause I don't give a f**** 
Backwoods always smoke few cause I ain't

your ass
In the Wraith on the interstate, flushes
I ain't let up off the gas
Bitch actin' too cool for the school
But she ain't got no class
I turn up

you wanna be scandalous
You wanna be bad
You wanna be sexy
What's sexier than that ass
Yeah, she independent
Ain't with me just for the bag
Man, I swear

spent it on a Fendi
She ain't fucking with no average
She can't fuck with anyone cause she know she a savage
Call her ass a savage baby you know you a bad

want a little bit more
Swear I can't be loyal
Lil bitch bad and she know
She don't got to act like a shone
Let her move how she want
You don't even gotta

millions
You know when you see her she comin' to get it yea
I'm only here for the bread
Pull up on yo nigga and leave with the head
He text me but I'mma just

The Ballad of the Hulk

Jerry Jeff Walker

Mr. Bojangles

1968

your country needs some killing done
Go do it now boy"

The war itself is bad enough,
It can break you down no matter how tough
But the tragedy of all

the fuck you
Thinking I would lit up
It's like them eighty nine
Reed box pushing mega hit with a pump
He got a bill up on his head
But I ain't letting him

personal if sometimes we don't speak
Cause I listen to God but the devil like to creep and in the Bible
How he got to Adam is by using Eve
I cannot be

Baby girl i got this
Manna bad man bad man
See me and she clocked it
Blacked out like bat man 
Where you wanna go
Keep it on the low
leng one by my

Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could
All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked
I pray our children don't

to my health
And I could tell you that this life ain't what it seems
But no matter what it is, I stay true to myself
I say, "Young nigga rumble

Woah
Oh oh woah
Wah oh woah
Woah
Wah oh woah

How she mad?
She wanna date
Yeah
I ain't gon pay
Yeah
She lookin bad
(Wooh)
It's getting late
Slow

a true player come through
She's leaving with me although she came here with you
I'm sorry to tell you but I got really bad news
Game over you lose

ain't studying them but they should take some notes

Divvy up all the bread and then we make a toast
All that cut eye you give man why your face is so

call her beauty she know I'm a beast
She say you good and I still bring my heat
You know these rappers ain't fucking wit me
I had his bitch on the top