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Youngin up blick said you reap what you sow
Lil folks box in got no where  to go 
Youngin feed 10 said that’s for bro
Crazy his daddy sent the hit 
I wonder

we gon have ourselves a lil night out
Yeah i know it's been awhile babe, but i could fuck you right now
I Can tell by how you looking ima drown
We lock

the studio with D, gettin' no sleep
I had no P and it was lonely
I'm gettin' money
Now these fuckers wanna know me
I'm the jiggiest nigga in CO
Niggas know my

Ratched
By: Luvinnia Flowers


Yeah say hat they do for dat money

She prolly wanna eat a lil pussy
She prolly wanna suck a lil dick

What they do

I'm not sleepin' on ya mama never gonna Snooze
Saint Laurent and Jimmy Choo's cop designer By the two's

My lil' girl she cute, she my lil' Kurrueche

Bet I make her mine before the night out (Yea)

Watch me whip that Bentley coupe (El chivo)
Lil shawty she my boo thang (Boo thang)
I might skirt off

Can I get more light, bring a lil more light
Need a lil more light, just a lil more light
Can I get more

Can I get more light, bring a lil more

Come on, Rob
Yo bitch real drunk, she gettin real nasty, and that's just how I like it
When she drunk, she did her lil' thing, she put it on me
She

Blind Prayer

Rod Stewart

The Rod Stewart Album

1969

a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
Which robbed me of the sight of the morning sun
And that ain't all

Play Pen to the State Pen

Disturbing tha Peace

Golden Grain

2002

Chorus:
Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we
Never should have been let out the elemantary
Dolla Boy and I would like to say
That I

music
Mmhmm
Drugs
Its that, dope dealer shit

I told him I was gone kill him and I did the shit
In the trap it's only fiends ain't no witnesses
They ain't

side by side
Don't wanna depend on no one else
I'd rather rescue myself

Dorinda: Someday I'm gonna find someone
that wants somebodys soul heart and mind

It's Friday Night

Gangsta Pat

Tear Yo Club Down

1999

at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with

nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why

you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"

All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So

(Hook)
I don grew up, my mind expanded
Gotta 5yr old who depend on me, gotta feed my family
Yeen live my life, yeen walk in my shoes, so u don't

You Were Much Closer

Fred Hammond

Pages of Life: Chapters 1 & 2

1998

You were much closer

No need to fear
I can hear Your word say
And my eyes filled with tears
Because You felt far away

So I returned to our place

I live
You are the life I live oh

You are the way
You are the truth
You are the life I live
This very life depends on you

You are the way
You are

you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em
I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, this that real gold you

a fetish I can’t escape 
Ain’t no rap cap niggas perpetrate (fake ass niggas) 
Conversations bout’ a bag I ralate
Been a problem since a baby ape
Anything

Hickey look like I'm beat by my bitch, I like how she suck me and shit
(I like how she suck me and shit)
She could suck me, like fuck me, lil bitch
I

it
This is really who I am
Man this is not a gimmick
I ain't better than no one
Hope you not offended
Lotion scented by money
It's an incentive
I did

down yo hoe
Turn up on a bitch when I'm hopping out the bo 
I'm only wearing diamonds I ain't fucking with no gold 

Bad lil bitch she gon do as I say

me Sunday dinner
My niggas rob and drug deal, some grave diggers
He ain't shot shit but talks it, one lame driller (lame)
I know labels don't want