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Time to make a wish
Know that time a tick
Yeah
Shout my Shootah came from robbin’ niggas shit
Uh
Niggas in the city actin’ hard but they be bitch
Uh

the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my

In God I Trust

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi 3

2018

delivered
Thinkin' 'bout havin' a car in the city
Under the tint, she be showin' her titties
There was a time when my name would get mentioned
Hard

is it feelin' right
And I miss havin' you by my side
Always havin' you on my mind
But I only wanted you for your time
There was nothin' better

Cause I

is it feelin' right
And I miss havin' you by my side
Always havin' you on my mind
But I only wanted you for your time
There was nothin' better
Cause I

know you linked back up with Chop & John tell the guys, I miss em'
I'm just speakin' from the heart
Growin' up, had to go hard
Gang, we always stood

everyone
So quit trying to hide from em
I think it's time to admit I am too an addict
Cause Tom Anderson MySpace opened unbearin' habits
Victim to the vices,

Mula [Remix]

Meek Mill

Hall of Fame [Deluxe Edition]

2013

Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had

Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened

had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time

dollars, we
Up and get it I be fucking livid if you keep Donnie's economy (Double time)
Not too many wanted me to spit it with the syllables
A nigga that

Don't Be Mad

Pete Rock

NY's Finest

2008

Anderson

Rappers can't handle them
I hand em' a handkerchief and hang of shit, it's Pete Rock
The nigga you should be hangin' with, bangin' with
But you

a dude to lick your man titty
So, next time you're in the booth pretend
Your mic is my John Hancock
Since I know you like puttin' your lips on
Stuff that's

authentic
Anderson donuts in the coupe 360
Packed in groupies by the group wearin' Fendi
Back then she ain't never hit me back
Now I'm back, key to lock cause

Got matrix food call that anderson paak 
In the two door coupe, trying to get me a rack
They never tell the truth, they just embellish they raps

Speaking by way that things go
Or more-so, speaking by way that things
(have) gone
It's prolly bout time I pick myself up
I'm havin' no luck this

by in these hard times
Now I'm up here where most people go
Lived me a good life but my body's all gone
And my soul was layin' 'round one lazy

Beat Demons in your ear

We had to starve, I had it hard, but I'm havin' my way
They tellin' me that I done changed, but I'm stuck in my ways
I

We Do This

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

hoe niggas sure better keep her
Cause I'm on the prowl, all the time
Tryin' knock every bitch so they all be mine
And I ain't never, ever gone change

Let Me Out

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

is what I am
If you don't like what I am I don't give a damn
Black pecker's my title, john king is my idol
I'm havin thoughts that's suicidal, young

the John John before we get to sippin' the Chandon
Feel a nigga run run for real
Back to the nigga with the fast flow, havin' the cash though
Cause if

time, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time it's jiggaboo time
Hey, hey dIET

Pamela Anderson

love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised

dreaming of
I’ll cherish you forever
That’s the feeling of TRUE LOVE-  
By Gordon Anderson and John Covert