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my stacks
Bands on you're boobs
Just to see the racks
You send her for the drop
She never came back
Runners runnin roads
While by the pool I'm laid

they belong to 
Maybe they were sent by that faggot who wears a tutu
You know those dresses ballerinas wear while they're twirling on their toes
We dance

High off the gas, I'm still focused
Skinny nigga, big guns I be toting
Try to run up, just know I'ma throw it
Put my clip in her mouth and she blow it

the type for hype
I'm really dope like a nose of white, I'm gettin' bread like a baker's wife
And gettin' head like a bunch of lice, and I'm as cold

Uhh, Straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle

Hate It or Love It

50 Cent

Hate It or Love It

2005

Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion? I love you, ma

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top

First of all, I'm next up in this rap shit, that's a guarantee
The way I get the bread, I'm like a baker, it ain't hard to see
I stay by myself

“Blow Me” by Kishana Livingston Performing as “Kiwi Sweet”
I’m in Versace, Giusseppe, Manolo they peepin my tag and my logo it’s on me
And i’m ahead

Doing this before Angelina Jolie was boney
Or Michael Jordan was paying alimony I'm over 40
Damn they should have told me these industry niggas so phony

coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion?
I love you ma

Hate it or love it, the underdog's

pardon
A ja sa pýtam
Je to ten pravý vzor pre vyrastajúcu generáciu našeho národa?

Brká furt, Henny full, starý, nééasi
Boney M., Daddy Cool, navždy,

honey
Baked up, bad bitches got the cake on me
Living how i'm living, I will never be lonely
Only missionary, because she boney
I'ma leave my socks on, I

Don't lose yourself you're not Eminem
Multiple mills I need M&M's
I'ma keep on eatin
Never fall I skip the season
All this cheddar got me cheesing
Pockets

it's only venom I spit
Cut the brakes and watch them meet their maker
I got the recipe, call me the baker
Call me the baker, I'm makin' the bread
Put me

to do it, I am not spearin' you niggas, we settle the score
I'm knowing mikasa waitin , niggas label me a villain, fuck it

I'ma go take him to war, I'ma

I Get Money

Killa Kyleon

Houston Ain't No Problem

2008

cares
I'm stanky rich
I'ma die trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play

up with you know who
Then I'ma slide through

Motherfuckers be asking about my day to day
And I told them I be, know I'm sayin'
Real sly, real fly,

They wonder why we go through it all our lives
They wonder why we could never get ahead
Cause we needed to be taught by our dads

Verse: Ain't a damn

this year my mood different
Ima need an oldie with the roof missin

I ain't answer calls I leave the phone rangin
Bitch I'm from the East where

Spit in Your Face

Lil Wayne

To the Sky

2010

yo ooh (ay)
Ay yo ooh oh
(So I'm a spit in your face)
Singing ay yo ooh oh (ooh)
Ay yo ooh (ay)
Ay yo ooh oh
(So I'ma spit in your face)

If

I'ma die young
Never thought that I'd see twenty one
A couple times I probably should've died by mixing drugs
A couple times I probably should've died

Crusin' down the highway
Steady going my way
I'ma take the chance when I get it i can never stay
Tell me why I told you I'm always steady plottin

Track Produced by Young Dragon & DJ Kidd 

Curfew Rage ft. Eddy Baker

Young Dragon :

I want it I go get it double down no
Hesitation

Only live

Anita (Boom)
Try to set me up, then I’ma baker
(Baker, ayy)
Catch bodies for a livin’ but I gotta
Pay lil' bruh under the table
Them bullets gon’ hit him