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the sunshine
When you up they go love you in no
Time
I'm working I'm trying to get bucks
Now
Shout out to my boy Rob Bucks man
King Drive we caught them they

nothing but benjamins
And yes indeed we getting it in Best believe we finna win
I'm bout I'm bout money
Small faces and blue notes I done run up a couple

I'm all up in her stomach
Here by any measure
Pleasure party baby pretty Ricky
See the track like it's the city
Chassis light so I know you not getting

maintain huh
This shit a shame bruh

How we go from kings and queens to feasting when they left crumbs
Just give me the lump sums
Ima make that shit do

Tonight's da Night

Remedy

Remedy

2002

[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white

for bar, in the battle, like me wrestling a baby
I'm cold, snap his neck
I bought the Bentley, just to sell it, that's a status Check

Like I said I'm

Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,

always tell the babies my little ladies mean the world to me
Daddy loves you everything about you could never live without yes and we
Ain’t perfect but we

momma don't you hide from the dick

I was down and on my ass, I had to go run up a check
Now every time you see a nigga, I got diamonds on my neck
Five

repeating, "I'm a girl"

"I'm a girl!"

We're California-bound!

Young man, we need to check one saxophone and one upright bass, please

Excuse me,

me, I can’t be touched
Hint’s Janet Jackson they miss me much
I told y'all we about to give it to ya baby
We not done yet
I gotta introduce y'all

me to death 
And she'll take you out 
Click clack yea we snappin Dats bonnie and Clyde 
By my side neva die always ride
My supply she provided then I

run into a gummy
Man, I'm gunning and I'm stunning til I thug it wit Doug
Yeah, I know I punt and I grunt til I get a Thunderwave check
And so I hunt

One of the realest that did it Barely get any credit, But I'm humble
I stayed authentic, I spit it' and didn't mumble
I used to run plays in the trap

All in My Mind

Eightball & MJG

On Top of the World

1995

crap
Strap on your bullit proof vest and combat boots 
It's nigga nigga day
And this time we go come on you, 
Baby blue disguise that's wise, 
Made

I tell the bitch to hit the road  I ain't coming back
When I fuck this thot bitch, yes I'm pulling tracks
Better yet, get her freak on, yeah we

kno wats good 
Yea da bells ring ring little engine dat could 
You really need to check yo tracks lil baby similac 
Smack dat niggah wit a bat 
Hands up

always be
The queen, who keeps my king in check
Well I can't say, I've felt this way before
My heart is on fire, yeah
It's not a holiday, this is a getaway

I run the game and im telling you all this shit
Cappin like savage these lyrics i polish it
Came from the hills and i dont get acknowledgement
Put

pockets are fat like rolls on a plate at a fat camps cheat day
Yeah that fat
When I rhyme fast
Cheetahs run down prey
That fast
I won’t stop til I make it

remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy

I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man

no game, so quit the play A solid yes, not a maybe
Like hot wings I'm from the A From where is 'Future' and 'Lil' Baby'

I'm make it, make it rain,

speed
Talking light-years, not kilometers

I'm a fucking terror
There is no one better
Ooo, baby, I'm a star
Yes, I was born to be this stellar
Don't make

cane back
Yes we've been endorsed by four horsemen of course awesome
Never lost to first caution I floss often 
like I'm Mark Boss I'm cautious