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but it don't matter much
Get some money in your pocket you ain't man enough 
Stationed with ivory birds oh you ain't black enough
Burn this bitch down

as you and I can be together
Its fine by me
It's fine by me
It's fine by me
It's fine by me
So let me get things started
You knock me down even when I work

Rockstar jeans, this shit straight from the 60’s
You can’t join the Club, belter ask DJ ENVY
Tryna join GV you gotta get jumped in
I was down bad now I’m

smoke cloud
I won't come down
I don't know How Babe
And I don't hear sound
Cause it get drowned out by loud aye
Bitch Im High
I'm So High Yeah
Cant roll 1

night
Yea Yea Yea
Yea You too much 
Might fall in love 
Cant get enough, Yea Yea 
Might pull up 
I don't give a fuck
Let's run it up, Yea Yea
Yo fangs in

more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help

a God, i’m a king, I’m a boss, I’m a chief and I’m the fxcking man
Eat your crew up for breakfast get chewed up by dinner turn my powers up with my man

money it a Fendi 

If that ain’t enough, I hit the bar an I pop a tab 
If that ain’t enough , imma tryna get all the shit I never had if that ain’t enough

empty day by day
You'll work yourself to death and yet they'll still say
Give me more, it's never enough
I want more, you can cure my appetite
Give me

up
Dripping hella sauce and they can't get enough
If I let it off he gone get em a slug
I don't trust at all kuz deez niggas too much
If you ain't

on your body, no need to pretend
We do it over and over again
(Heeeeee)

Pull ups by the week
Can't get enough of you like I'm a fiend
Love getting off with

New God Flow.1

Ghostface Killah

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck

Can't fuck with these bitches 
They can't get a hold of me 
Fuck with no drama 
That shit Issa no for me 
Walking them miles 
That shit is so old

really wanna holler 
Wanna take him by the collar and just toss him round the room 
Sitting in chaos, no better tradeoff, shooting for the stars
I can't

for the night
I drink
The henny I can't do the light
I need to find out what's good with the cyphe

I never know when enough is enough
I gotta be honest

since "Caddy Shack" with
Greg Street in that Cadi-llac
Blowin on a pillow pack
I call it Koffee Brown
Bitches can't get off me now
Rasta man toss me

I Can't Wait

Runner Runner

Runner Runner

2010

my angel out to Vegas
Gonna leave L.A.
So over Hollywood
She drives me crazy
Feels so outrageous
Can't get enough
Tonight's the night
That she

wouldn't too
Fuck do I do
I need peace and quiet
Long enough to hear the way he moves
I just need some time
Long enough to fear the shit I do
I can't move

thoughts that I can't share, I hope I'm strong enough to shake it
The hate for my reflection got me wishing I could change it
But if time's supposed to heal,

the game
I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change
Living in a dream babe
Waking up and seeing that sunshine on your face
Yeah, alright can’t stop me

ain’t enough to get you off of my mind
Pour a margarita followed by sangria
Shooting down tequila until the sunrise
It ain’t happy hour until you leave

I fuck these hoes by the couple so I can hit one while the other recover
I pop a perc go to work in some pussy, if I take another I can't use

Get Your Walk On

Xzibit

Restless

2000

of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
For all the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West Coast
Wanna fuck

Me and you been talking for a while that’s why I fuck with you 
You give me too much and I still can’t get enough of you 
Every time I feel