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our life, nigga (drop his ass)

I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real

before
I guess I sold out, they mad
Gold mouth, Louis bag but everything I was
Made me everything I, everything I am

They say I sold out, love me poor

Hold Me Up - Edwin Louis Feat. Prithivee Rajesh

Sittin’ tired , waiting for the one
Baby, I never knew you were the one.
Thinkin’ about what we

girls in coffee shops
She said, "baby, I still love you"
Sometimes there's nothin' left to do
Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold

I Luv Dem Strippers

Nicki Minaj

Based on a T.R.U. Story

2012

them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine

them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine

Back it up, Back it up
Back it up, Back it up
Aye
Hold up, Hold up
Hold up
Yea
If you fake get out my life
Cause I don't need that shit
Aye, I am good by

for nothing
She love designer on me
So, it's Louis my metal
She know how I settle for nothing
Vendetta my suffering
New Gold Versace my diamond ring
I

Canary princess cuts for my baby
Out the window I can hear the Old Bailey
Sippin' LOUIS XIII, I'm with a Casey
I made a wish, I got it, then I made

at the stars
In the sky by moonlight
And she love to fight
Love to see a Ryda get right
And I'm thinkin' that I
Really wanna keep her, so I hold on tight
And I

Hold On

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

Alright, ooh yeah
Well, oh yeah
Here's we go y'all
Singin' out the message for those of y'all
Who think feel like you're strugglin'
It's

Mahal Kita means I love you, all of you

Verse One: Soliven
Ask me nicely, prima donna want the Visa
Then I ask what for? Then you get amnesia 
I know you

Nasty Girl

Jagged Edge

Sweatsuit

2005

me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By

Nasty Girl

Diddy

Sweatsuit [Clean]

2005

me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By

all take a drag
Pourin' out a sip for the ones that passed
Then take the crew to Louis
Cop everyone a bag

(Let me see you shake)
Then I take the crew

the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself

can never say sorry for fuckin' the crew, whoa
Heard you lil' niggas done run out of loop and you're not in the loop, whoa

Say you love me
Say it

to The Boobies
Ima show it off
Pop the top for a viewing
She like yellowtail but will rather Grab Chanel
Friends hit up stores
Louis V and Dior
Of course
She speak

mama poor
Fresh out the Gabbana store in Dolce pajamas (Dolce)
Pull up in the spot, dolo, my hammer
If it's 'bout the guap, hold you for ransom
When

out the gutter, I meant that (I meant that)
Gucci with Louis, I mix match (bandana)
Fuck your big homie, he a big rat (he a big rat)
I had to work

Sitting at the Wheel

The Moody Blues

The Present

1983

playing (Hold on)
I can hear the word that you're saying (Hold on)
I can see the love life in your eyes
Ain't no use in looking for an answer (Hold on)

feelin' eased
Might cop that Rollie for my oldest niece (yeah)
I drop a hit, I'm knowin' what they need
I check out the motor, gotta have some speed

don't look right I put it on the scale (put it on the scale)
I'm fresh up out of county I'm too rich for jail (I'm too fuckin' rich)
Louis kicks, I

a nigga can't sleep til I bury mine
I guess I gott put it in perspective for you
Better keep weapon on you
Bitches out here chekcin for you
You can feel