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niggas They show me love on both sides
I got your bitch on my dick, nigga She gave me neck like bow ties
Got hoes, they be tellin' lies Fake niggas always

fight wit her…  whenever she wanna spend some money she start ah fight wit me… we on the same page… this ah good book… that pussy got me hooked… im finna

up (Gang)
I do it, you shoulda, coulda, woulda (Woulda)
Plotting on me tell that nigga good luck (Bang)
Peeping my Swagg to do what I do
You can enact

show me you worth it
Then I might just hit chu up
You got the face of a goddess all honesty
Body of a model and I might just pop a bottle
Celebrate

ask me
I'm just the best version of myself, racing my past, trying to pass me

The word I'm looking for is Ciaras baby daddy
The war in me going on make

The Game Belongs to Me

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ

tumble 
Code they call him scrap 
He got hands 
And he could tussle 
He call plays 
He quarter back
His baby bad 
She Ciara to his russle 
And together

to ignore it
Maybe all this silence wasn’t that good after all
Maybe it’s time for me to make a few calls
Maybe I should say what nobody dares to mention
Just

good
What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? I'm looking good

Crusin' on them 22's, got me sittin' pretty
You should

me bae, on some gangsta shit
My bitch put in work like I’m Michael vick
I’m her Clyde she be on her Bonnie shit
Meet by the picket fence
Will you be my

wanna follow me 

@KiyanaMusic you can't find me stop & google me 


Shout out to the D boys 
they always got that good 

Them ballers with the loud pack

the morning
This some early-morning shit
Told my momma don't ya worry
You won't have to bury me
Know plenty who got burned by the streets
So I gotta keep my

Made me a general and put me on the frontline
Now I’m winning cold wars and glowing in the summertime
Better know the bag is getting bigger
The flow is

to go, yeah
I'm good to go
Boy, if you could see me now, I got the coldest cha cha, going
A cha cha cha, a cha
If you're wondering whom I'm dancing

good to me
Swear that you're my treasure (Oh yeah)
Every time I'm with you girl
I swear you make life better (Oh yeah you do)
Cause
No one compares

Cause it's all about me
It's the a to the r to the i to the ki
Got these bitches mad about it
In ya head rent free
It's the a to the r to the i to the ki

good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good

And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
Fuck the police
They

clearer 
Top flight status 
Russell Wilson Ciara 
Now we got the sauce like it's marinara 
Cruising real slow in the Panorama 
Feeling like pac when he

Ciara
There ain't no bitch I need, you can't love me like Tiara
Got bitches on their knees, and they comin' by the pair
Bust down to a T, Jayla B

my hoes got pretty face tight waist n nice booties 
I keep winnin try not to get the
Big head like stewie 
New vette engine rear got me plotting up

Hand me down
 R.e.s.p.e.c.t
You won't get from me 
Got a graveyard  
Damn u bodied everybody 
Can't settle like Ciara
Love dem body parties
You

and Watch you catch tag
Paper chasing is the motive see me Catch a bag
She pop her body like ciara with The fitted cap
Throwing it back no control Where is

good I mean good like ciara 
I can see through I see through yo exterior 
You boys is weak & you ain't got no character 
These girlies cannot keep up w

list

Ok go ahead blind me
Tell me I ain't good enough 
Take out your watch and time me 
Look, you hating coz Your time is up 
Dance coz I'm turnin up