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mistake for pink
I met Victoria her secret is she lay with me
Cuz I'm out the desire with a dedicated dream
Say you gotta be dedicated to get it how you

From crying all the time
Momma sipping on this red wine
Wondering if she gon be able to Provide For who she bred Fine
And you a witness
To it all so now

Yeah, Yeah
Saint Laurent bag she for the streets
Got a new bitch every day of the week
Got a new phone got to pay me to speak
Dissin on the gram got

had me sea sick
When she split
I dove on some g shit
Went down on some freak shit
Then drowned on some geek shit
At they let me re hit
Real shit though

wouldn't be shit
Baby thinks she left eye, don't fuck with Scrubs, but she be creeping
I get mad and get to tweaking, might just pop you for no reason

Hit

I make that shit for the streets 
you just gotta hit play
Straight outta Compton 
I got it just like I'm O'Shea 
Stay in the field
Balling like bobby

End of the Night

Ludacris

Release Therapy

2006

haha)
(By the end of the night, you goin' be mine)
(Luda! And Valentin' the dream)

[Bobby Valentino (Ludacris)]
Don't leave your girl round me

you,
Don'tcha know there's a brighter day ahead of you
Gotta Shake!
& Move!
I don't mean to be rude but uh
We got things to do
Gotta Shake!
& Move!
Don't

a saint, could take you where the Lords of live
I pimp walk, voice echoing back this that Grinch talk
High cheek bones up on that bike she look like jigsaw

Rebel Music

Fourth Disciple

Wu Box: The Cream of the Clan

2007

or basketball
Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin' they be murdering songs
Same hoes that put burberry on
You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped

Rebel Music

Hell Razah

Hell Razah: Digital Dope Music Dosage One

or basketball
Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin' they be murdering songs
Same hoes that put burberry on
You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped

Shady

Bobby Digital

Digital Bullet

2001

me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that you were my, baby

Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?
You know I love you

But

the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out

the saints come out of me
She washed me down up on the balcony
Wipe me down
A Roman Statue with a glossary
Who could mold you
But the holder of the chalice

Bangin'

Bubba Sparxxx

Pain Management

2013

muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere

much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10,

they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

flowers and she sent me to her ocean floor
Independent zodiac, my king day February fourth
I like when she be wrapped around my waist like she some Tommy

sucked, when I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney

Life is a game

Gym Girl, Gym Girl
Talking about the Gym Girl
Gym girl, Gym Girl
Could she be my Dream Girl?
Dream girl, Dream Girl
Yeah you’re a dream come true
Top

she like what I’m servin’
I’m snagging ya girly bro we not the same dang
Uhh, I be ballin’ like an athlete
You a bumass lame boy you can’t past me
I’m

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

Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

Kottonmouth Kings

Royal Highness

1998

phone. 
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata." 
I hung up with X and gave