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the mandem on me
When I'm up I got the balance on me 
In all black I can't be seen on the streets 
Hit the club I got ciagas on feet 
I don't love no one

in a car
I stopped receiving invitations

Oh my, love is a lie
It's what my friends say to get me by
It hits different
It hits different this

was knocking and love opened the door
Lifting me with open arms to explore the outer realms
Soaring over to the other side living in this boundless

hit, then you next, yah
30s in case you do flex, whoa
I just stepped off of the plane, whoa
I'm gettin' love from yo main, whoa
She know me by my real

Untitled Track

S.L.A.B.

The Anthem

2005

Eagle's giving haters no love
Wanna find me, I'll be roaming the lot fuck the club

[Hook]
You can catch me in the lot, trunk on pop
Fuck a bottle with

dark
I love this bab in black skirt
I hate the damn men standing on My side oti ye ee
Ok you gat all it takes your back Side is so tight
Everywhere is

Welcome to the funeral of this beat
I offer my condolences to the family, to its friends and to the producer
Rest in peace, you will be missed
They

you love on a thug wanna know if it bug her
When she said i was stuck and then said its no other
By your love i was struck got me feeling like usher
Bro

strut, with the crisp cut
Switched up, slow goin', gold showin' 
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin' 
Main attraction, lace love in the latest

Runtz in the paper
All of this shit that I'm doin' is major
I know he love her but I'm finna take her
I'm finna ball with this bitch like a Laker
I

Murda Mami

Foxy Brown

Deeper Than Rap [Deluxe Edition CD/DVD]

2009

Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit

all on ya
Get up out this club
Slide with ya boy
We can do what you wanna, Yeah
Baby I brought you in the back cause you need a lil' persuasion,
Plus

the flo' let my nuts go

Nigga when I step in the club
'Cause y'all blowin' stress and
We blowin' bud
I showed him love once and let
Him come with my crew

when I step in the club
'Cause y'all blowin' stress and
We blowin' bud
I showed him love once and let
Him come with my crew
Now every fuckin' time he

If It's Bumpin'

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights

2001

strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-are-triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole 
And put some coal on your nipple and neck

said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well

There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by

chop eating in the club with the dirty sprite
Whole squad strapped in the club, Im with 30 dykes
Packman who made this beat? The goat Casey made it.

Hook: Whole lotta money in my pocket right now my bad; That shit make me limp like this
Whole bunch a broads in my living room counting that bag;

(Hey Girl…)

This is the Xo Icy mainstream version yo!!
(In this brand new track..)
We makin' it real now you heard?!
(In the mainstream… of Hip-hop..)

about bitches, cause we ain't in love
He knew about my ex, so I cut him off
I knew about his main bitch too, but she ain't no boss

See we getting a bag

I'm that Sulawesi boy that she been thinkin' bout
She gon' hit me up 
Cuz she heard that I'm in the South
Hit the club and get it poppin'
Ain't no

outside of this club?)
'Cause they said we can't get the grip in
No feelin', John gon' cook up the beat, I'ma kill it
I can't fuck with the fake, I'm

hit your bitch in her nightgown
.223 make 'em dance like Chris Brown
556 make 'em dance like Usher
Fuck wit' a nigga, everybody gon' suffer
Make it

Can't Believe It

T-Pain

Promo Only: Urban Radio (August 2008)

yeah
She hit the main stage she make the people say yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah

I could put you in the condo
All the way up in Toronto
Baby put