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broad
This one can get it
Damn near split it
Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet
Let alone got wet
But I'm willing to make

Bitch Betta Have My Money

Ja Rule

Rush Hour [Original Soundtrack]

1998

little co-op 
prestigious 
Rock a cuban link with Jesus 
Lord have mercy 
Let me touch this 
Tease it 
For reasons 
I can't explain to you lord

Givenchy
Telling Siri let’s go to a milli
I’m really giddy for the money I get it
And those commas ain’t next to no digits 
(Ha ha)

Say somethin’
You ain’t

C and that H
While you probably talking frantic
On the tape
Niggas in the hood ain't tryna hear, "Man
It was a mistake" they'll call you a bitch
Not

C and that H
While you probably talking frantic
On the tape
Niggas in the hood ain't tryna hear, "Man
It was a mistake" they'll call you a bitch
Not

My shoulders heavy, finna crash out, get your soldiers ready
Yeah, you said you want me, let's get it, I'm all alone and deadly
Can't trust a soul,

spinning
Looking like dreidels
Rubber necking while you ride by
Told you I'm hot, hit the spot
Talking wi-fi
Olympic medal with the high dive
Make a splash

Elementary dear Watson, you might find
Yourself in side the mind of the illest of our time

Lets get it Popping, Hot rocking,
Im Freddy Kruger, I'm

walk it off  
Ah yeah, we finna get it started (started)  
Get drunk n**** welcome to the party  
Let's get it baby 
 
Yup, all day  
Drink liquor n****

at the function
It's like they didn't know at live shows you can't punch in
Get your face punched in over the words you mutter
Acting like we won't do s*** cause

through the mines
I is just killing this nice
Shorty walks by she admires
It's ok I on't play with u boys but it's all for love while I'm screaming out

Harajuku Girls [Live; Bonus Track]

Gwen Stefani

Rich Girl [Australia CD]

2004

up with second-hand clothes 
(Let's not forget about John Galliano, no)
Flip the landscape when Nigo made A Bathing Ape
I've got expensive taste (oh

Who's Ya Daddy

Juvenile

Reality Check

2006

and get you a sip of this brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see

You musta been eatin' by grannies
'Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties

figure
Hot love make my heart simmer
Give your heart mind and soul to a nigga
Gone head lose control on a nigga
I get the box off I gone deliver
She's

why I ain't really straight
I get lunny when it's late
I might really fly away
Hold me down don let me flee
There cant another me
I'm underage but I'm

that's gon sting
Haaaaaa
A real king never explain themself
Got a problem by the way he move
Go get help
Cus let me tell you something quick
And make

We like to get high the world so low
I can take u anywhere that u wanna go
Jus let ya hair down relax let it flow
I can take u anywhere that u wanna

deposit
She drop it 
She cocky
She know that she got it
Think you a TV by the way that I’m watching
I’m smoking exotic while you hypnotize me
The party

great Slow grinding, marbling, yay Baby girl, let's get it done, let me beat it to the break of dawn, let me hit you, mom Damn girl, I know you feelin'

motherfuckin' E
I have nuts and bolts loose, in my brain

They want me in the news, I hope you get killed by a motherfuckin' moose
I will let these hands loose,

down and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand
Without a gun, they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya

it,and you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
This is for my hot boys and my hot girls, ride wit me, I'ma bring you up in my world
This is for

bars 
Get da water cool off, spitting Nothing but the hot shit need a Round of applause, Smoking like a Burning building
14 stuff in a cone 
In zone

the stage like I got crucified?

Doctor, pills to get well
Or John Proctor, give me a spell

The sickness, it twisted with a swiftness
Until my business was