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of your mouth like a Zyn
I'm in the club, you ain't in
Okay, yeah
Even if I don't know how I'ma win
Counting this cash, by my bed
Okay, yeah
Counting this

Happy Ending

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't

I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have

Bangin'

Master P

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

but them niggaz on wait 

Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track 

Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher 

Nigga make way for this

something bad in the red coupe, black rose drowning in the red juice, no pistol in my pants it’s a fire arm, ever drove to mars with the fire on, baby butane

them
My red heart somewhere on mars waly prolly put it in him
Selling merch my only job
But I know niggas who do fraud Swiping cards
Shid I use to wash

not sorry
I didn't wanna make this song until I heard yesterday
From so and so someone close to you, you still saying my name
What happened

Shoutout to H-Town for the beat
Tyler, The Creator for the inspiration
Shoutout the people who live in Wall Hall too man
Y'all are excellent to us

Loretta Lynn's Lincoln

Josh Turner

Your Man

2006

got the Lincoln right here, belonged to Loretta Lynn
The coalminer's daughter used to drive it to town
It's yours for a song and five hundred down.'

and
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu
Another verse for

McQueen)
Know how to slime, I'ma stick by my creed
First song off a phone
Bnoutch did it on his own
Tackled off Hennessy, I'm in the zone
Mmm

I'm lit like

To increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose, red or blue
We must all stay true play the game, nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame,

from Benue

I done died so many times but I still resurrect

Ain’t settle for the basic I’ve been reaching for the best

Put ma pain in every song so I

Bangin'

Master P

The Best of Westside Connection

2007

but them niggaz on wait 

Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track 

Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher 

Nigga make way for this

Standing ovation 
Round of applause congratulations 
Winning ceremony celebration 
Graduation this song for the occasion 

This my grind song 
Tony Montana

Alice's Restaurant

Arlo Guthrie

The Best of Arlo Guthrie

1977

that it'd 
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump

So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red

up to score for real, niggas talkin' crazy in them songs
We walk up for real, guns blazin', duct taping
Niggas know we bought that actiong, your ass

All I see is the bullshit the red doors and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is

Uh, and I don't need no help
Yeah, lonely lonely lonely by my lone

Uh, I just might do all this shit on my own, shit on my own yeah
I just might go

brain
And the red bloods dripping from ma veins
Now hold up second don't event talk cos I'm boutta drop everything around me and show all you pussies that

the bank; water dam, What they think?
Bought my bitch a Louis bag, more fetty for the 'fit (Almighty) 
Went to prom with Red, one night I won't forget
She was

Gimme ma flowers 
I smell like Chanel 
came to the venue a left with ya girl 
Men are from Mars women from 
Nigga that means we're outta dis world

bowl, yeah
Remember mama worked a job for her to get paid, she had to clean the floor, yeah
Took a sip to get on Mars, I paid that cost to get up off

suffering, anything
This song is for the big mamas
Everybody call me ma’se kind
Ma’se kind, ma’se kind, ma’se kind, ma’se kind
This song is for the big mamas

Let's slow dance
To yo, to yo favorite song
Let's slow dance
Let's keep it going, another chipped tooth
Life gave me lemons I made first aid just for you,