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to fight as we get in the summer
She wanna get me, no take by the donna
Oh Wait, I come like Osama!
This the Life of the Party, what you up to
Cause I really

Beat 'em up like Rambo
Never seen some shit I couldn't handle
I got two bad bitches ain't no scandals
Spark the za and smoke it out the lambo
That's

i'm done fucking thotties
The trash washes up, when the waters choppy
There ain't no fun in lying rather tell the truth
Was searching through

to his top make em drop like a anvil
Movin packs gotta handful
Take it or not I aint given no sample
Designer the drip for the damsels Water my diamonds

myself I'm not in the need for a shooter
She said 2oolie you the man but I am not no super
We shot that boy twice in his chest so we sent him to the gulag

on da block
Get some gwop
And we keep it true

Trapping up outta bando I got guns like commando niggas platinum dat no one a fan of
Get a grip get

the face changing skin tones
Kissing asphalt  that's a new low
Soaking in bath salts for that glo
Hear no evil I'm the black Van Goh

Head chief serving up

inna eyes and all I see is pain
Spend my last onna chain hoping I can be the change
Youngest cousin still lead by example nigga
Chosen One so there's

moved next door to her family when I was 8

The man she has been living with in Michigan, Thomas Wayne Randle
aged 64, has cut her off from all

life/she used to walk the streets stopping by the church steps/looking up to God like I hope you got a blessing left/

Hook:  
Lord would you listen to me /

Steering by Starlight
Words and music by Lynda Dobbin-Turner


CHORUS
I’m steering by starlight
Trusting blind faith
This is gonna be alright
That

where I go (I go)
Fly nigga I put it on wherever I go (I go)
Ballin like a Knick I'm J Randle in the post (Post)
I got power and I move around like ghost

Why Did You Go
Words and music by Lynda Dobbin-Turner

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Through a crystal angel a sun ray shines
I stare out the window to pass the time
I feel

on the back
And I been a soldier I know not to lack
We fuck and that's that no strings attached
I been a baller like Julius Randle
Call me Trae Young the way

I’M STILL MISSING YOU
Music and lyrics by Lynda Dobbin-Turner

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There’s a place I go when I need time alone
To sit and talk with you
And there are

I ain't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work every day
I

Married to the money now
Doja is my side chick
No not Cat
I'm a dog that can not fit
Flowing like Niagara Falls
Water on my outfit
Get it
Rapping like I got

you
So go get a clue
To leave alone dudes
That do not love you
Don't trust what they say
Bae I keep it true
So
Never ever would I let the time pass by

Gone But Not Forgotten

TQ

Listen... [Clean]

2004

on singing on
Cause I can hear it
All in my soul
Keep on rapping on
I know you're gone yeah, but not forgotten no
Keep on living on
Cause every night all

the night so I could  take your wife
No I'm not that type of guy
But I might be for the night 
Bet I barely gotta try
I could've been gave out pipe 
Now that

zeggies, not menthols
She's telling me I'm sending her mental
My niggas drive round in 19 plates, we don't know bout rentals

I just sip on my soup no lentil

a case
You soft like the fat on Chase
It's go time, bitch I can't wait
Yo, Chase, lose some weight
Everyone know, you is not him
I'm with Vince, he my gang

Gone But Not Forgotten

TQ

100 Percent R&B

2009

Keep on singing on
'Cause I can hear it

All in my soul
Keep on rapping on
I know you're gone yeah, but not forgotten no
Keep on living

Have A Little Faith
Music and Lyrics by Lynda Dobbin-Turner

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I know it’s bad, I know how this hurts
You’ve been through tough times before, but