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up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm

I'm a Balla

Chamillionaire

Latin Rap Mix, Vol. 5

2006

my ? bump
Better get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta make that money, rip em' boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came to bring in noise

I'm a Balla

Lil' Flip

The Best of Lil Flip and Play-N-Skillz [Chopped & Screwed]

2005

my ? bump
Better get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta make that money, rip em' boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came to bring in noise

gliding
Paper plane
To dms
Got her insta
Won't be her mister
Might play twister
(Hehe)
(c'mon)

Too Bad 
She love when her boys come bad
Come in smooth like

Boy with the vibe yea
Nah money dey ginger me
Nah money dey ginger me
Nah money dey ginger me
Sheybi nah my blessing you no fit hinder me
Bere lowo

Da' Durty

Field Mob

613: Ashy to Classy [Clean]

2000

micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need stitches, whinin' bitches with

Da' Durty

Field Mob

613: Ashy to Classy

2000

clothes, hair weave an' micros
Field boys, we smoke by, freak by these bow ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gang stank in the zip locks
Bitches need

Addicted 2 Money

Ludacris

Addicted To Money

2009

boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money

The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas

the whole hood love me
The haters want above me
Bitches wanna fuck me get money like Nike
Boy just do it my money so dumb
My swag go stupid i don't drink

Yeah, haha yeah, yeah, yeah
Greetings loved ones it's your boy
The one and only yeah, haha
And uh what I'mma do for y'all right now
I'm finna give

hunnits I need it fast
I made a way on my own
Pitbulls watch my throne
Count this paper leave me lone
At the crib in my zone
Macaulay Culkin I’m home alone

Off-white yellowish, redbonesque
Paper bag full of bricks
Racks in a white Geo Prism
With the oh my god
Yo the world is a ghetto plus a neo-prison
Spread love

on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.

that codeine
Take a sip of morphine
Make your eyes go ZZZ
You know what I mean

Getting money by any means
Getting paper without limit for my self-esteem

You so bitch made, bitch boy, smoke you like a blunt
Can't tell if I'm dreaming, can't recall not waking up
Paper dreams, paper dreams, paper dreams

to God this pussy awesome
Them gangster nigga love it when I pop it
I'm like a pitbull, I'm a doggy
All the flexin', boy you need to stop it
I'm never

hustle on the block)

Uh, okay
Kool-aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors
(Ain't no flavors)
We relate to Jesus, most my people born in

koolaid my drank lookin redder
Ain't talking bout paper get tossed in the shredder
I come from a lot I don't spit like the rest
This rappin shit used to get

keep chasing
All this paper, naked ladies
Fuck what fame is
Deffo Not is what my name is...

(Yo, I wrote this song)

It goes, It goes, It goes
I fucking

running thru my head
Davey boy had a bulldog I'm more like a pitbull
Put me on the beat and I'll sick you
Where's the ref.. no dq.. it's official
Lex Luger

you've ever seen
Like a Pitbull Rottweiler drinkin' gasoline
Sugar in your gas tank, salt up in my grit's
All you country boy wannabes
Ain't ready for this

like we bound to be doomed
Every place is a ghost town
It's fazing the globe and taking its toll 
The food and toilet paper's sold out
The economy's

the geez on the streets undercover
I said keep it undercover
Ke mapara
Prodigies with a dream shay le number
Itty bitty broke boy
Itty bitty broke boy
You