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just hope things look up
I'm glad I don't drink cause I did boy
I be out tryna pour up
I gotta get it for me
That's why I'm back on these beats
Been out

just fifteen
Big car, big rims, I'm mounting
Oh somethin clean, somethin y'all might see

Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches

y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout? 
(I ain't

pull up boy you got 2 choices
Give it up or get it took by force yeah
I'm so possessed by the money
I keep hearing all these voices
When I get the sack

Steal the Show

Nelly

Country Grammar [Clean]

2000

nigga 
I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns

I'm

In Californication

Yeah, bitch I'm from the country but
That don’t make a nigga soft
Big city niggas come South and
Get their wigs knocked off

tripping, they know that I'm gangsta
I got the heat, boy, I hope you don't faint

I get y'all chair, but now it's too late, K in the world, top G, Andrew Tate

bitched by these niggas
And thats what Im doing to these niggas
I'm stacking these figures
I ain't even start and I'm already the goat
Vivis my earrings

Steaks 'n Shrimp

Uncle Kracker

Double Wide

2000

queer
Can you hear me or am I talkin' to the wall

That's Top Dog callin' out each and every one of why'all
You get balls, you come and talk that shit

take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all
Y'all player haters can bite me
I'm out this bitch

Me and you your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling

The Start of Your Ending (41st Side)

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

And it's the start of your ending
All y'all weak-ass crews that got drama with mines, you know what I'm sayin'
It's the start of your ending
And it's

gettin' money, can't link with y'all folks
But I'll take a free kill, givin' out smoke
Big boy Cuban, don't hand me no rope
'Cause dependents don't hit,

of yours
I’m the equalizer
Kilt some of y’all
Y’all a catch us lacking then
Evil eye us
Y’all ain’t pop out where
We post up
They be speeding by us
They know

a bitch I'ma shit on
Big bag talk, make that little money get gone
I love cash, I be in the back
Tryna get it on
I'm gettin' money, I ain't even mad atcha'

ahead daddy]
You choosin' that [Go ahead daddy]
You choosin' that [Go ahead daddy]
You choosin' that [Go ahead daddy]

[Too $hort]
I'm slammin' Cadillac

niggas hate for none, they see I'm thugging I don't understand that
Pop my shit, flex my wrist
Ice my fist, put some ice on my bitch
Big Boy thought I had

Shit rock hard
Linkin Park and Jigga

Fuck it I'm hot
I walk in this bitch with my hand on my cock
This here that big pimping
You niggas are thots
Admit

all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no fucks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas, I'm

don't stop, keep bringin the Cris'"
I'ma country boy just like the Dukes of Hazard
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Ellie May girl where you

to see you

It's time I made the name Com Sense a name y'all fear
Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
Now that I made the name

a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him wanna hit the bare guts
It ain't

I be chillin by my lonesome 
Feel like they don’t fuck with me 
Acting like you know sum 
Nigga youn know bout me 
I’m Posted up on k block right

Just pops up with naked midgets in it
And that ain't right
Cause I was always left out

Outcast
Grew up to be a big boy
Andre
3,000 years

I'm a probably

spitting
But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else
And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah)
My boy just got