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S-E-M-G shit, S-E-M-G shit
Ball Gizzle
Free all my zoes, doin' time behind the Slammer
I don't play no game, nah, baby, I'm Not a gamer
Ain't got no

Cut It Out

Nelly

Party People [Maxi Single]

2008

shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call

a secret location, can't get that
And the whole thing surrounded by a maze with big cash
With my dogs like 101 Dalmatians, so get back
Me and my bitch,

they can’t stand me
Imma fuck around n wild out
I know what you did like years ago
Fuck is you doin right now
You in the past
I’m on they ass
I’m goin

crying
I watched the go by time for months
Now the Rolly's self windin
On to bigger things, yea thats what im doin
Don't ont try and bullshit me cause I'll

say she loyal
If that's the case then shordy what the fuck is we doin?
And that's the thing about these females they ruthless
Cause she'll do that then

music shit

Zen came through with the motha fuckin' pack nigga
Get up on a track nigga semi in the back
Chillin by the bag and a Louis suit case
Choppa

Never imagined that love, every situation not worth it because Life has taught me lessons, don't care about nothin
Caring gets you hurt and I'm doin

have my money

Pay me what you owe me bitch better have my-

Turn up to Rhianna while
The whole fuckin' wasted
Every time I drive by
I'm the only thing

Hope I Don't Violate

Latino Velvet

Bashtown

2011

and the reverend
I hope I don't violate
Nino, where my nina
Hope I don't violate
Primo, where my primas
Hope I don't violate
The bomb mamacitas
Hope I don't

We Fly High

Jim Jones

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) [Clean]

2006

ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We Fly High

Jim Jones

Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment)

2006

ten bottles of bub' (money ain't a thing)
And by three somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

some small talk by the crosswalk (Girl, how you doin’?)
My book was open, she put me back on the shelf
She makin’ my heart melt, I don’t want nobody else

not on our phones
Yeah, tryna make me give up
You think you're doin' right, but I don't think you know what's up
Yeah
Making me feel like I gotta do

They say they ain't icy
But that's the only thing that I see
Gettin' checks like Nike
Say they better than me nah, that's unlikely
I've been humble all

All Fed Up

Sheek Louch

After Taxes

2005

And come around the lab when I lay a song down (right on mami)
And even when I seen her with my lady
She'll walk by, I'll walk by, no actin shady
No prank

feel the pain that will create you
I know you smilin' right now
But deep inside you hate you
I know you wildin' with drugs
There's things I know you

Summer Barbecue  
Been Doin' Time like Sublime
Arizona Boy 
Country Drip Like A Faucet
Jesus and Muhammad on my team
That's all Prophet
All the Stars Lord

again?
I'm like hold up give me time my man
See a lot of things change some stay the same
Went from Tulsa to Bangalore to Kammanahalli man
One thing that's

mix
Surrounded by investors, dope dealers, and pretty chicks
Minus the ‘R’ cuz they more petty
But porn heavy
Don’t ask how I’m built, cuz I was born

know what to say
Only thing I got to do is run it back now
Gotta hustle go get my bag
Everyone lookin at my wrist Louis tat
Did it like two years early

Yeah, stackin' money face to face
Gettin' paid while I'm cruising on the interstate
Independent but I'm doin' things in major ways
I'm ballin' nigga,

Cut off all my female friends for you
Slid out to the Louis V store drop bands on you
I'll never put my hands on you
Pulling hair ain't really my thing

straight serve you that stank
Have you bitch drop me the addy
Now I'm rerockin' your brain
Rerockin' your brain
'Round these hoes can't say a thing
Man my