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of course"
"Uh, sure?"
"Earl! Silometer reading"
"We're vibin' man"
"Cheetah, isn't the head count 60…"
"Actually, it's 70"
"OfF.Brand, brace yourselves"
a hotel suite like Cassidy
And Kel, So I yell let's blaze the party
And something started up and it sounded like Atari
[Chorus: Master P]
Girls, We Like
sloppy top
Want you in polka dots
Cheetah print with a cherry on top
We don't talk about getting married a lot
If we make it that far, get a bust down
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it
I'm in this shit till it's over
Keep it rolling
The molly it keep me rolling
It's light camera action just keep it rolling
Chea
In the big body yea
Of course it won't be fast as a cheetah if I'm being logical
But gotta try our best though really it's all optional
Listen I'm just saying it takes time for
Southside, you know we living in the jungle
Brook'nam, you know we living in the jungle
See them gorillas over there in the park, them my niggas
say, say, say, say, say
Dusty, dusty echoes
Now that time has gone on past by
I can see the truth within the lies
Darkness that once rained over my head
Z2Turntt
I'm just doing my fucking thing
I said fuck this shit lets get high
It's the only way I get by
It's the only way I survive so
Fuck this shit
a chance
Now I see your worth
Since you're not around
Wish I'd seen it then, 'cause it's over now
Girl, now I see your worth
Since you're not around
Wish I'd
in the grass fina mow it Down
Boy you put your hand by this bag and Its going down
On my mama nigga reach for this Mother fucker
We gone hurt you in
Bottoms on out feet-uh
They bloody underneath-uh but the comfy like adidas
My nose runnin' like a cheetah
My girl a diva, pull her hair like it's a leash-uh
got all the answers
But I ain't go searching for em
Guess I did it by the books
With no proof of purchase for em
You not real it's a shame
And you not
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just
the Lakers (Gang)
Niggas so sick, my drip is contagious
I beat the pussy like Brazzers
A young nigga tryna be famous
Tryna ball young, like the Lakers
It's
We gone party
You know its Saturday
You know its Saturday
You know its Saturday
We gone party
You know its Saturday
You know its Saturday
You know
The girl of your dreams be coming over to smoke
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Drop it, stop it
With all the soap operas
And break is fast, we gotta cook it just like a short order
Don't feed the hens when the birds covered in cheetah print
A jungle out there and the jail is
in my room just you and me
When we awake it will be a reality
Girl I'll have your body singin oh la la
Once I turn it over and hit it real hard
Boo my
Fuck waste deep, I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come Ronald like Reagan
Your boyfriend is
clothes
So hot, Imma lick your popsicle
I see you over there, baby
Trying not to stare
At my popsicle I'm showing
Got enough for us to share
I serve it
the Soss Boy
It's going down, just like Yung Joc boy
Ride with my troops, this like a convoy
I'm over seas, no I ain't deploy
Dive in the pussy, thats
like a caribou
Sting like a parakeet
Yes, baby girl, it's true
I gotta thang for your feet
Your little bubble toes
While your waistline show
Come
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