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Now her big brother mad because
He knows she got smashed by the homie
(you in yo feelings)
And I don't need no need no deposit
Cause you know a nigga

Perfect Time

Curren$y

Jet Files

you're hit 
These bitches is becking by the smell of the jet piff 
These niggas is jealous of the love the jets get 
But I ain't stressing, momma roll

on 'em
I did this here by myself I ain't need no big homie
Won't make a move without my gun, I keep that stick on me (bang)
My life's so filled with

her pussy the ocean 
Yeah, yeah, now swing it, tongue get split
Yeah, yeah, shipment just came in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't show you no love 
I

Dive into the Sun

Level 42

Retroglide [Bonus Track]

2006

You think like a loaded gun as your mind is over come
Unzipped by stellar fields infinity and love
They put the big into the bang and said that

Meanwhile, At the Bar, A Drunkard Muses

Arab Strap

Monday at the Hug and Pint

2003

There are no set rules to follow, just a big black gaping hollow that we fall into and hope that it means love. And the beasts snapping at your feet

at the mall rap
Album ain't sell
People know that I'm all that
Was once told my career would suffer
A curse by an Old Ghost
While he was smoking a dust in

a piece of her pierced belly
She looked hungry but you could tell by her butt to one degree
She be getting down like, "Yo, wassup?"
Um, um, nothin' was

Calculated bang, turn your brains into lunch meat 
Sudanese hungry, black Ted Bundy 
Got em pulling every track back like a bungee 
Yeah your bitch love me,

All About Money

Young Buck

T.I.P.

2005

the dust-countinus
Now I ride double ? to the ind you bust, 
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
One in the chamber

there's no love
Rhudeboy man you run the whole land slam
Small guns a big bang
Put down the gun, put down the knife tuff
Rhudeboyism in prison ruff
Any fool

And got my dub on
Glock 23, Michael Jordan, got my shrug on
Finna let the chop sing
But it ain't a love song
Saw a opp and hit the
Big shot like I'm

play this game
I know what plays in their brain
I'm dreaming too big
Get rid of her
Taking my aim, get back or I'll cock back bang
Nah I will never let

then
This the template to win big we're getting it in
Regardless of what city you're in
There's a hustle just for you but you must put the work in

To my LR’s who don’t give a Wolfgang Puck
My blood’s just come from when I bang and it’s not for luck
Might just have blow the bass in the speaker
My aim

It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until

shit world wide
I felt it when Wass died
Ma' was only 22 when daddy he got 25
And if they don't listen
You’ll have to feel me
Big dawg gotta eat they’ll

I Need a Hot Girl

The Hot Boys

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1

2002

up 
Love that's yo dick 
And if you ain't from the ghetto 
Then ride out bitch 
Arms, legs, backs, and breast 
You better leave a fucking tax

Walk in the store coppin' everything
Got a heavy charm and got a heavy chain
You can't play with a bitch gotta let it bang
Made a smooth 50K off

y'all look like big fans
I stand on that business, by myself, I'm like a kickstand (huh)
I stand on that business like I'm workin' with a suit and tie

Muzzle Toe

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

strangers
Top rap don, 'cause Daddy-O got me the dice game
It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald
Pack your work, move your plans to VA
Heat on the lock

want see me fall..? 
Wait till you're dead
Wait till your soul dem ah roast up in hell
Hold it Hold it 
pu**yclat thing


We are big bang, boss life dem

the whole place 
Tell ya mama
and  ya friends 
That my shit bang 
Can’t be trick by illusion 
Becoming a star from
Student 
Karate choppin all the nuisance

goin' in
Shawty in my ear, talkin' 'bout "how it go, again?"
I'm trynna get it in, before the night die out
My big brother hit my line, like "it's time