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by da pillow when I'm fuckin on hoe
Can't get back doe'd, dats a muffukin no
Ima gangsta Nwa
Need dat paper I gotta get paid
Keep da glock like

Like You
By: Luvinnia Flowers

Ahhhhhh yeah
Ahhhhhh yeah
I need all my bad Queens, women, bad bitches and girls to get ready to work
 
Now if u ain't

faithfully err year in giving hell
Ask em bout dat bondi beach landau I bet it ring a bell 

Doin 360s in the cock pit I just can’t help myself 
Got out walked

(64 64 64)
Woadie I'm juss tryin to get me some bucks
Woadie dat green really give me rush
Go put yo ppl n some
U betta duk wen it duk wen bus
Dgaf bout

life
I can do bad by myself
I got tired of struggling
I got dat work
I ain’t talking bout hustling
I am that real signed my life on that
Covenant
Bust

Ply me wit
Until
He D.I.E

Laugh & See
I Let it fly
Like veeze
I ain't worried
bout dese niggahs
So don't ask
bout me
I crop Ah
Bitch out
Leave tag
By p

Strictly bout the money boy
Dat other shit irrelevant
I'm servin Za
Bitch if it pressure I ain't sellin it
Stay in yo place bitch
Cuz you a rookie I'm

there huh
Aye man Yk Raleigh who dat is there huh
Know what I'm talm bout baby huh
Know I'm trying slide by that time my bih say who dat is there huh

and and what you doin wrong (you wondering)
You get influenced by dem sing  alongs  (dats first)
Before you know it yo whole life be a sing along (catch dat

who 'dat, who 'dat who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat, who
Who's Dat who you know talk to 'em so smooth

Silk sets by Fenty keeps the dick hard and sticky

the props came out the swamps, off the hemp make,m limp popp’m like a blimp whisper of jinns how ever we sin still fiXates by her  skin / off dat bottle a gin

Patron

Yung Joc

New Joc City [Clean]

2006

(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon' of dat patron. (Hu-huh,

head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol' up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol' up)
'Cause bitch I'm alive

Pimps

Eightball & MJG

Comin' Out Hard

1993

what you need to do is sat dat ass there
and uh, right about now, I bout to fire up one of these spliffs
and get so high

(Chorus) 2x

(Eightball)

Part

it down to the end

I Got the game on lock like keys
Sadly had to dash dat bait I left
Fingerprints like Touch ID 
This barbie wanna cuff by me
My

Ye
Oh oh oh oh oh

Ye
I can't trip bout you bitch
Hope you don't mind
I need dat bag
Wit cash inside

Oh oh oh oh oh

I need all dat shi
No

or love me it really dont Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means yeah
Let's just break it down now Im bout To do da math
If 2 plus 2

Can't Truss It

Public Enemy

Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black

1991

Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along with that

Can't truss it
Can't

They gon' lie 'bout you, Uh
They gon' lie 'bout you
(Yuh)
They gon' lie 'bout you
They gon' lie 'bout you
Uh, They gon' try to take that fire up out

of haters, city of demons (yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh, uh-uh, ooh)

I wanna love all of y'all, but I don't think it's enough Tylenol (uh)
I'm thinkin' 'bout

Limb by Limb

Cutty Ranks

Lethal Riddims '94 Dancehall Explosion

1994

take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!

Limb by Limb we are

Errybody wanna be a killer i just wanna make a killin
Dats da difference
If u know what i know do your dirt by yourself
Let god be the witness
Well

disappear, dats magic
Niggas hatting in the lab
These niggas just be capping
They ain't doing the shit they talking Bout when they be rapping
I keep that shit

team
Thanksgiving gone, I'm still 'bout to feast
Pass me dat turkey, dat ham, dat stuffing
A nigga diss me, on god I'm bussin'
Ain't got time to talk dis