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like usher with this work I can move a mountain 
I had work on me at school meet me by the fountain 
Four lines left just like this verse
Now it's three

ballin', shot callin', I'm McGrady on the Magic
You a Honda, I'm a Hellcat off the line, no traction
Sixty thousand in my bag, four thousand on the fit
No

feelin'
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?

By the county line
The cops were nippn' on our heels
Pulled off the road and kicked it in four

a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Car got gadgets, my

I'm just tryna get it, taking advantage of all of my minutes
Made it out of clay county, it's something like the trenches
Niggas be snitching

ain't ever ran off, four door never hit
I ain't ever brag on nothin' I ain't ever did
From my niece son to a vert to a bid
Got my heart broken by

standing by the shores
Signed a con for that Genesis no four door

Aye, Im about to cold cut her
All my sisters and all my brothers
I’m about to preach in

Yo, all my brothers outside are gunners All the niggas outside the south side are runners
Give me the green beam, it's hot like summer For my

that they see me
You know I'm highly addictive
You know that I'm not a quitter
And I been at this for four years but I ain't never seen glitter
I went

the way that the knife cut yo toes
Sipping on Dos, I’m making it four
Cheese with the bread I've been stacking up those
You won’t catch me lacking, my dogs

shit blast
I know some demons before there was demon time

You need a perk OG slide off of them glossy eyes

4 blicks off in a side by side
Wide body cat

One Sixteen Twenty Four
In the Year of Our Lord                       

Waiting for your call
To light my fire
Scintillating lips
On my desire
I left my

and made
Them hoes the joke
Don't know bout them but I can handle mines
Burning out the dash and crossing lines that lead to county sides
Loyalty make blood

every crooked lines
God see he just gonna
Touch up
Got protection on my life
So I set my boundaries
Everybody talking big
Till they up in county
Gotta

used to serve up by the stairs
One at a time had em all in a line
Who said this life isn't fair
Nobody cares better
Get up & try yeah
As soon as they

a fake Ho
Lean in my faygo
No I can't stay low
Had to go soarin up high
No you can't be by my side
I been on the run, Forrest Gump
I ain't slowin up, I

She said goodbye
Guess she meant I'll see you around'
At some party
Or that Shell station backing out

White 4-Runner, with Roll Tide' written

Raise Up

Petey Pablo

Dirty Azz Mix, Vol. 1

2001

Timbaland out of VA
In a quest to redeem his title (nah, we gonna blow this up) 
And bring North Carolina and Virginia to the front of the line (ayo)
(Yo,

1st Salesman
Yes sir, yes sir 

3rd Salesman
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two by four kinda store anymore? 

4th Salesman
Whaddaya talk,

It was home by home zone for zone
Bloom County's homeless riot
For home ownership i hope you put gas in the
Motor-home and know the roads
I studied

to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,

Gangbangn 101

Snoop Dogg

Tha Blue Carpet Treatment

2006

Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya

by your side
I've arrived, ya my mind on autopilot, that's just fine
Try to look but that's distraction
Tire pumped and we got traction
Hit a bump

a scholar from Harvard
She call me daddy but ain't her father
Ain't bout no money bitch don't even bother
Bitch I keep clips line him up like a barber
Peanut