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and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
looking for, but please spare a minute to consider my offer
A Place You Can Call Home
A place you can call home, a place you can call home is all I'm
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
with a candy apple glaze
The motorcycle girl put a spell on me
the fortune teller said she d tell on me
everything was spinning' and it carried me away
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
right back
These rounds worth triple his: I’m
Shootin’ from the Sprite rack
Assumin' he don't like that, but facts
His fall comin' don't ask to stall
by making my life a mess, I'm sorry...
We don't go back this time
For a place to call my own
For a place that I call home
We don't go back this time
on the shelf
I'm giving it everything that's in me
Until everyone around me
Can benefit on the legacy I left
But there's only one way (No, no, no, no
Of All the places I do roam
The only place that's home
There ain't nothing like
Christmas in the City
There ain't nowhere I'd rather be.
And I know
the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that
A to the motherfuckin K
The last
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
girl, but she walk real far from home, But I'm all in by myself, so I'm runnin' all alone
My momma told me if you can't make no friends, look past that,
these hopeless nights, dreaming 'bout the limelight
But everything is nothing, if there's no-one left to share it with
So this one is for you, my rose, my
wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] I'm freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, what's in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] I'm freaky as I wanna be
call u, girl
Nice to meet you, call me Jasën
Jasën Blu, that's what my name is baby
I like your smile, the way you walk
Everything, e be like magic baby
account lovely
Body looking lovely
Yea my man really loves me
So no I can't complain love
Everything lovely
They wanna know what it feel like
Niggas kept
another dude, that'd be sad to see
You still mad at me, some high school tragedy
Seeing how I played your home girl who had it bad for me
I'm like whoa,
......................................................
When logics die
And the place of sadness
I occupy with dignity
Was left like a dream among stones
And the words that you spill
From the mouth that
a cutie
But Tina was erotic, Earl's my witness
With the kind of legs that put stockings out of business
When I went home, I kissed my girl on the cheek
Girl if you let me bust it down baby girl come and get me (Bust it down)
Show me everything you want if you let me (If you let me)
Baby girl I'm
everything
Girl you on my mind
Seen her walking by I noticed that she a dime not like loose change
Slide thru we gon' do thangs
I know how to play loyal I give
this
I need a girl but same time there's no time for them
I got people inside and I don't write to them
It's like I don't feel pain no more
I can't
voice by a
Mile and I'm going to
Use that i have a trillion
Dollars worth of voice
I hang out wit my the girl and my
Daughter everyday there's no place
that you didn't say yes
When I asked you)
New bae better than ex bae
New bae making sure there's no next bae
You getting jealous yet?
She's like
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