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fine
Tell me do you even know
If you truly want to grow
Hate letters when I’m writing Love
Jones all I know
'Cause everything ain’t what it seem

(I'm

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2

2009

to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta

all have a freeze off
Back in bag, so keep off
My own fam ain't support me, so now ain't no letting up (NAH)
I can't relate, like
How you fumble

Already now where I’m going nothing gone turn me
I guess I gotta be the one to state the obvious
If you see it done different then it’s probably us
Blue

change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't seen nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherfuck friends
Tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in

Playing it logical
Feeling like Bobby
This ain't a hobby
You'll never be close to my level
You are still stuck in the lobby
You were just late

say ask George but you killed my man
It's hard to heal, Kap wanted to kneel
But we can't do that,
You threw a temper tantrum
That's why you hearing

Bobby
You a yea nigga
O yea nigga
O no nigga stop lying
Friendly with my friends
But ion do the friendly bobbing
Don't tell me nothing about the calliope

had it all
Blue heels blue eyes single coolest girl I'll ever know
Single ain't about her, or is it you'll never know

Like Lil is still the realest in

my head by my self aint y'all Vibin with me? I was just serving bobby withney, know that they hate but they love to envy, when I finally blow up up in

Back to the business
All these blue strips
Have you feeling seasick
Trying ride my wave
You gon Fuck around and drown
You can't drip like this
Yeah I'm

Bobby Jean

Bruce Springsteen

Born in the U.S.A.

1984

Two, three, four

Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done

it
You don't wanna fight, you
Ain't built for that, huh
Yeah, roll call, you can see my hands
Jaws gon' break lip gon' bust, you like
"Why you snuck up

this
I'm the definition of a try-hard
The lyrical miracle God
Do anything just for the applause
All up in your face with some shit you can't avoid

can't get enough
I ain't gonna leave this party 'til you right by my side
And I don't really mean to seem in a rush
But I'ma start it off with a little

Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your

you like bobby

Come and Stroke me from the back zaddy
You can Choke me way harder than that zaddy
Trynna make me catch a case
They gone judge me by my

Ain't Nuthin

Quality Control

Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2

2019

a number)
Age ain't nothing but a number (yeah)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
You and your girl come through (come through)
You and your

can't prove
Ain't nothing else to prove
Say what I want too

Ain't too much I can't do
Me and you I won't lose
Difference between us you Snooze
I'm

I'll do anything that you want me to do.
There ain't nothing baby that I wouldn't do for you.
If you want it bad enough it's catch-as-catch-can.
Oh,

AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many

Just do it because you love me, shawty
You ain't gotta understand

I popped a Perc' and make your
Ho a fan of me, yeah
I can't try to hold everything,

give you one tonight
Ca-ssidy! Boy, you so trash to me
Do the math I dissed you
That's subtract to me you ain't poppin
What the fuck could you add to me?

money, I Prada my shoes

If I leave them blue, I ain't leaving a clue
Uh
I felt like a teacher, I'm giving them issues
Scratching your head, you can