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throat and she looks up slow and says "You're no longer pregnant"
And, man it kinda hit me in the worst way
'Cause it happened like three days before my
out the way hoe
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul
Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all
I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen
myself
Cuz I take pride in my health
Look fly by myself
Confide in myself
Make stride toward my wealth
Since I’m gon die by myself
Sometimes I cry by
up and says
"You're still about a dollar short"
And now my woman's got this weird look
Frozen on her face
She screams, "you know
I wasn't even really
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
incredible
Might keep a spliff
I keep it safely
Under the seat
All of my rizlas
And all of my weed
And judging that by the
Way that you react
You ain't really
my umbrella she look like Ri-Ri
You don't believe me, you ask PD
Getting money for me too easy
I feel like Holyfield
I got them Brooklyn broads biting
Don't mind me baby, heh
We takin' over summer
Young Gifted, haha
Let's take it home, champ
Ayy, ayy, look
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah
So I tell that gal get jiggy then go
But she didn't wanna go
cnd they didn't wanna now
Now I'm fucked she stayed cah
She thinks she my side hoe
I was
got a big booty and you know she like to show it off
I go hard then I make the beat go soft
Running 'outta space to store my bands in the loft
Pray
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
phat
And I'm amazed by your bumpa (Boysh)
Yeah she sweet ai-yah
Love the way she's glowin' like a shining star, babe
She bring the heat ai-yah
Yeah she
on my lap (Yuh)
Keep that cash on me like masks (Uh-huh)
So you know I gotta stay strapped (Yuh)
I got money on the way
Call me K-Pop, I straight up might
free game
And when it comes to hustle they should put it in my name (They should)
First I was a block star living like a rock star
Now I'm a trap star
losses I just be charging it (like bet)
you might think my car a rafe cuz it got stars in it (like dat)
By the way I pull them strings this shit guitar
I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if
the shit
Might cut your hand, these big ass stones
She texted me said "when you going home?"
I don't think Ima make it, look what's in my styrofoam
I need my
straight beneath the cold bunkers beneath our hearts
(FOREVEROLLING)
I'm in the stars
High in the sky, I jump and dive
I won't look down, afraid I
Illmatic
Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace
Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
I might say goodbye tonight (yeah)
I might see the stars tonight (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Baby, kiss my heart at night (yeah)
Baby, kiss my
her, I might Chanel her
If I love her, I'm gonna tell her
Chocolate darlin no Nutella
Sunset cruise in that Porsche Carrera
She my queen no Latifa!
Finna
to picture the look of awe
And happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door,
Saw the package, tipped the deliverer,
And then opened it to see her
"After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She
that I'm pickin' it through
I just ain't fell in love 'cause I'm way too awake
And she tried fuckin' a rapper to break up my heart
But my heart
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