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I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take

Squeeze It

Three 6 Mafia

Choices 2: The Setup [DVD & CD] [Amaray Case]

2005

We looking for them J-Lo booties, big ol' ass, round and fat
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it

Bad Dream

Sterling Simms

Yours, Mine and the Truth

2008

of bricks
This shit is all bad,
The boy so sick,
The boy can't eat,
The boy can't breathe, no
Oh baby you got me

And empty spots on my wall
Marked

Out of State

Obie Trice

Second Round's on Me [Clean]

2006

hustlin'
Had enough gettin' nothing
Cooped in the ??? ???
Gotta get accustomed
So I push that dust, that's me crushin'
Push that new stank ugly,
Snowflakes

their poon (punani, aye)
Ass so fat man I thought it was the moon (moon, moon) 
I'm the type to take your bitch and go boom (boom)
She gon pull up so

can hold you tight (Tight)
Uh, We can smoke trees, yeah we can take a flight (Flight)
Nah, Ion got charms but I'm lucky tonight (Night)
Yeah

Fat ass,

unwind
Country boy we leaning sliding
All by design

Fat sacks and fine dimes
Fat ass's like fine wine
Cold beer and fire shine
Left and right watch me

unwind
Country boy we leaning sliding
All by design

Fat sacks and fine dimes
Fat ass's like fine wine
Cold beer and fire shine
Left and right watch me

let me talk to you bout my dignity


I can do bad by myself

I don't need nobody else


so if I give you the last of my love girl

will you take it,

trouts catchin' feels
Smelling like water no tuna
On top of her hill, crushin
Da rest fodder wave em from the roster
Releasem' back to water
Ooo
Sorry, I'm

When I think of you and me
So beautifully
Our chemistry yea
Could never be beat
By anything or
Anyone can get it done to em
And the wedding rings are

But your music is by far shitter
I've been in my zone
And I've been in my head
I've been havin' thoughts on how I can get the bread
Always fuckin

Know that I'm down to ride
Till the day I die
Like bonnie and clyde
I know this song gonna make you cry

Baby yeah I got your back
Need you by my side
I

Yuh yuh
And I bounce that
Called a dog cuz I bite back
In the club with the homies throwing fat stacks
Fat racks pockets swole like a house cat
Shoes

Small boy take your time

All these niggas turn fake as the time goes by
All I need, all I need is my ride or die
Yo B, what's your name
What's your

from (yeah)

You think I like having to do this to you niggas?
You think I like pullin' up and hurtin' feelings?
You think I like crushin' egos?

the sounds of that boy Lil' O
Da Fat Rat Wit' Da Cheeze in the H
This how it go nigga

I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that

Roll out with a fat clip, like hippopotamus
Wonder what got in my pockets bitch
Talk about some drugs boy I got me a lot of them
Don't fuck with

A New York Moment
Lyrics by Moy Eng and Music by Wayne Wallace

1st Verse
You say in a crowded train you'll miss me
Kiss me so hard, so suddenly
You

Time don't wait for nobody, we tryin to get dough
You didn't hear about magnum force crushin
The ones you couldn't trust son, we just start bustin

Psycho

Ganksta N-I-P

The South Park Psycho

1992

by plastic

Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money,

Hit a lick then I'm back in
(In)
Not waiting for money on a back end
Shorty thick she ain't lacking
(Fat)
Tell her we'll talk about when I'm back
Hit

Little by Little

UB40

Signing Off

1980

sleeps in bed.  
That fat boy fills his belly,  
My poor boys's a dead,  
While we say.  
  
[Chorus]

Little by little by little,  
And stone by

Freaky Tales

Too Short

The Mack of the Century... Too Short's Greatest Hits [Clean]

2006

a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me