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on hammers
I don't got red and blue banners I put a red pill in a blue fanta
Buddy get right get slapped up
Clicks and clacks tell em mind they manners (yeah)

sucked, when I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney

Life is a game

I try to tell you often enough
How often you make me believe that I'm enough
I try to remind you every time I see you
I wanna take your trash out

me
Prayed on by all these foes, it'll put you in a frenzy
Niggas hear about my woes and dismiss em
Confusing 'em with the ones that Drake ran through

think about yo bitch, all I see is a withdrawal
And if you comprehend, you understand you took a loss
And your bitch done chose, yeah

She wanna ride, but

about a bag, she ain't going if it don't sell there
Baddest bitch I know, I tell her go and it's a given (whooo)
And everything she touch, she gone rush

I've been grinding now all my money blue
Ain't blowing up alone imma do it with the crew
Making hits and making vids you know that's what we do
So

You had me for free, I even came to you
But tell me please, you had this baby blue

It's the night I left home, wanna go somewhere like Rome

(Shmigo)
Walking around with blue hundos young nigga I
Don't give a fuck what you say (hundo)
Breaking in, we want the safe (safe) 
Bobby got the choppa

I'm gonna tell you a little story
About the hard life that I live (tell you a little story)
Busk till dawn
I'm sitting on my bench, my bench
Sitting

Make a song about me
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh

Don't wanna pretend with you
Talking India
I wanna do everything under the sun
I wanna do everything

nigga wanna fight me I role by myself no hypees
I see you getting mad like a bitch would 
But its understood my nigga that you not me
You not me

You make

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2

2009

I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in

You got me falling for you
Baby you're my midnight blues
I wanna wrap you in my arms
Baby you know I won't do you no harm
I don't wanna kiss and tell

A Whole Nation

Kirk Franklin

The Fight of My Life

2007

family
It was only two people and it's supposed to be 3
It's supposed to be me asking
(Why's the sky blue when I grow up I wanna be like you)
Yo daddy

courtesy of these old heads
See Bobby never noticed
Hustle culture's bogus
Folks'll have you thinking if you broke you must be broken
I tried so hard and I

blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my

with your anatomy, no grey's
And I'm not about my chips man, no lays
I will never stop loving you I'm not a quitter
She the new to my era yeah we so

an and 1 bitch ain't got to tell me
I know I'm mutha fuckin handsome they would like to take in, and put me up for Ransom
Damn son you are not answer
If they

what your worth is
When you're ready, baby, tell me and I'll close the curtains
Imma get the cash every day, it don't concern me
Balling to the point

I don't really know wat to do
Spend a bag or chase another blue
Spend a bag or make another blue
I'm in my bag and In the gutta too
Oh you love me I

is count this guap too

All I do, is think about blue
Don't think about you
I might just drop you
Baby I got moves
Baby I can't lose
Thinking about

with it on me, we gone put you on the news
Getting to this money, if it ain't about blues, you betta move
I just poured up a four, I don't sip by

finna be bland
Damn, you were gonna be part of my grand plan
Gray skies
Blue Moons
Can't see, a monsoon
Red pill
You I spill
Oh tell me what is real