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I proposed with a wedding ring
Sunny
I'll work in that
By the sweat of my brows I gotta eat
They want see me down and stuck on E
One day imma rise

wit'
Cause this is too explicit
For your bitch clique

Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes
Firm grip knowing

wit'
Cause this is too explicit
For your bitch clique

Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes
Firm grip knowing

You Can Have Her

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

his ass
You can have her

(You can have her)

Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...

[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a 
Young

Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling
Hitting wheelies like Chris

partied man, motha fuckers throwin' up, 
motha fuckers fightin' and shitÂ…DJ was whackÂ…
damn bout to party by myself man. Just sit back here and chill out,

Hush

Talib Kweli

Eardrum [Bonus Track]

2007

Supple like the flesh of the soft and young (young)
The glass half empty, let me pour you some (pour you some)
The glass half full 'cause there's more

This shit hard as fuck, uh, uh
Got them young niggas, got them young niggas
Fourteen years old, he gon' hurt a nigga
Got them young niggas

You can

Bomb

Chris Brown

F.A.M.E. [Deluxe Version]

2011

Hahahahaha, yeah
It's your nigga young Khalifa, man 
Chris Breezy
All my ladies put your hands up 
Yeah, Taylor Gang
All my ladies put your

O.G.

Irv Gotti

Irv Gotti Presents: The Inc. [Clean]

2002

you what they call pain, in the eyes of O.G.
Go Nas, you as young as OD

[Black Child]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in

Bad thing
She's a bad thing
But I like you
But I like you
Pretty young thing
Pretty
Let's go away tonight
Bad Thing
She's a bad thing
But I like you

squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I

the young niggas so we had to breach
We done put pressure on niggas with out the numbers
Ones that said that they slide but they never done
No confessions

a very profound young man to the stage
I'm sorry, can you snap with me real quick
Snap your fingers
Yes snap your fingers
Welcome to the stage a very own

missing me
My partners was frightned aint know what to do saw me passed out started lifting me
Two cars passed by my partners jhi spazzed said chris are you

[Young Chris]
A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie
Rest in peace to you faggots that ain't standing behind me
Banana clips for you monkey, n-ggers

But I diddy bop strapped wit a 20 shot semi cocked, cuff ya bitch cuz I don't touch petty thots,
Real talk I get models by the kilo IMA young fly Chico,

bros
We a bunch of dangerous niggas
And don't come round me with smoke
Cause then my niggas turn to killers
We can't catch no case
So let the young ones

really gettin' money you don't ever gotta act
I did everything I said, I been keepin' it a stack
Took a stack, bought a crib by a river to relax
Nigga

Is that a black widow spider or a skinny young blonde that he's waiting for down by the nail salon?
And is it blood on his shoulder, a little on his

me and time racing

Money on my mind hypnotized by the grind I need a dollar for every minute passing me by building up my empire one brick at a time

And when I say memories are everything
I mean, it's important what you are remembered by
And trust me, I, you, we
Don't wanna be remembered as the lost

Let’s- Let’s talk money i talk that
I I I talk that let me- Let me- Let me talk-

Uhhhhhhh! Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs billionaire from nothin

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in