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She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now

with how the racks feel
And we got the po’ up by the pint no cracked seal
All black strap like crack
Nigga crack kill
Gimme head til her head hurt name

Come here
Ion even do all the fussing and fighting so why is you up in my ear
Nocap
She wanna leave I let her go bitch be for real
Now half these

Tequila breath and all types of shrooms
Then she's gone again, you won't see her soon
Tongue-tied, kissing, lost my vision
Time slips by off your decision

Shabby Doll

Elvis Costello & the Attractions

Brilliant Parade

1996

heart
She's gone you know in your heart
She's just a shabby doll

There's a girl in this dress
There's always a girl in distress
She's just a shabby doll

with it, but now we in the V
I was gone off a six, I told her stuff for me
She said, "40, I'll stuff
But it ain't cheap"
I told her touch down with it

Almost every single night
Molly got her numb
Barely breathing
Say she down a pint
I could see it in her eyes
I just want that pussy
For the weekend

leave my side I'll be alright cause I got 45
Two and a half pints I been drowning in the drank that's like 40 lines
She like "Tell me is it you and I?"

I'm not giving her kids
Not giving her kids
We gone' light 'em up because these niggas throwing shade
Prometh' in my body need to scrape it out the pint

way down I can by the way she pulling all up on me

Peep the way she pulling all up on me
Pop out Saint Laurent be my aroma
My brother gone pop out Dior

It's up, look, damn (for real)

I just sipped a cold pint, now my day gone (uh)
If you really got some pressure, nigga, say some' (yeah-yeah,

a nigga lag turn to a glitches
I put all my bodies on through the pack like a pitcher
Pour the wok by the gallon fuck the pints and the pitcher

Early bird

your feelings (feelings, skrrt)
She know I'm that nigga, no honorable mention (yeah)
She givin' me all her attention (attention)
I'm ridin' around

the motherfuckin' paper
She gone chase after the motherfuckin' paper
Real niggas chase after
The motherfuckin' paper

Made myself a legend
Signed a bunch of legends

A lurking street urchin by the dday,
whose conning ways offer a lowly wage
So when night falls to the church I turn, to see what treasures I can earn

No Flaws

Young Scooter

The Recipe

2018

Walk in that bitch, three empty guns
She just gon sweep that under the rug
'Member I ran through that sixty and ain't had none
Took some lil pints

until you hit the lotto
Or make her grotto
Keep fuckin’ till I find the right hoe
Truthfully spiteful
Fuck a line I’m sipping till the pint gone
Fuck I

Im just drinking What you thinking
Exotic clouds til the bag gone
Pop another bag Pop another bottle
We pour it by the pint
Pouring up that slow-mo

Gold Digger

EPMD

Business as Usual

1990

And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bags of money
So I chill and act so

love if you get 100 at a time
I don't need no gps I can get there by the signs
Riding with somebody bitch I dont know she ain't mine
Gotta a plug

and roll

Living check to check, you dropping $50 on the hoes
40 making niggas lean back, I know you thought a joe
While you buy a pint to drop a deuce,

it was on
Was bout 10 minutes and I was out the door and was gone
Enroute with the GPS and cruising right to her home
Got out my pint of liquor sippin'

We've been waiting for way too long
Impatient in need of no ER
Meet me half way I've been gone gone gone
We've been waiting for way too long

And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bags of money
So I chill and act so