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not black
I can't tell by your complexion, you Mexican
And you're gettin' better, but you still kinda Suck ass at rappin'

You need to go take a nap

Ahhh that's why I fucked yo nigga
You weird ass bitch
Big Bratt Shit Bitch
You already know what the fuck going on
It's over
Yeah
It's me
Man my city

You think I'm a bitch, well I'ma show you what this bitch do
Lebro, he lit off seven and I swear that boy like six too
And he got them hollow tips,

Yacht Club

Rick Ross

Deeper Than Rap [Deluxe Edition CD/DVD]

2009

in (Let Them In)

My dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a bitch fetch
Tell you to kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch breast
Her head above

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round

Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover

bitch? Ooooo

(I can't find my true self baby, I can't find my true self) = C

C
cnd what's better than that is forgetting the past and getting some ass

the 'ven got racks in my pocket (bitch)
Dirty ass hoes tried to dog me last year not knowing a nigga finna be a problem
And them niggas shit them bogus ass

distracting
Blow me a kiss like a flute
Blowing at you I'ma shoot

I got the stick by my side
Ak-47 made a chigga died
I got the answers call me tech Nine
Lil

time I do it makes me laugh
When did your eyes get so big?
Two years ago
We should have burned that wig!

No! I meant Photograph by Ed Sheeran!

Oh,

1st & 10

Ludacris

Back for the First Time

2000

bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC

better believe this bitch is a g
Ten toes down
Nine in the Berkin
Credit eight, ya'll hungry I'm certain
Seven countries one year no twerkin
Bein fine

was the cameo but stole the scene
So I got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress
Goodbye to my girl when

don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas

a hole a size of the cereal bowl in yo motha fuckin head
And I ain't really trippin' on you bitch ass niggas
Unless you fuckin' with my mutha fuckin'

paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I didn't sell my soul to Illuminati 
But I sold it for a brand

straight headshots you know
How I rock nigga
Fuck you don't call my phone I
Ain't friendly fuck ass nigga)
We got thirties on the clip
Thuggish bag

Bitch, i'm on my Carti shit, you be on some Barbie shit
Love yo ass, girl, Poke It Out so i can Milly Rock the shit, yuh
Sun kissed
Glossy lips
Pure skin

me think it would be my time
Seven years now not seeing this big boy of mine
With these twins wanted to change my life
But before they was born I got

nobody fucking with me on god
I'm close to the goat like Ahmad rashad
And I'm ready for the beef like a shish kebab
Kiss you bitch goodbye cause she going

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round

Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover

Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my

like six I ain't gone get lined by no hoe
If you fuckin wit me throw yo sevens up
I be ridin round the city I ain't got my glizzy tucked
Bitch I be hot

a Drake mask
But you more a bitch than
Nicki Minaj witcha fake ass
My crew too gutter, my clique twist cats
Come off the weights fast
Gats bang, they

Franklin got caught cursin' his set up
I thought God was gon' pull up on him and pull his tongue out (amen)
"I'll put my foot in your ass, bitch ass nigga"