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"Yeah"
Jealousy got me nervous
I been irkin, leadin
Y'all just follow
Rip, my nigga Tommy
30 got me feelin like a ghost, try ta find me
Shorty
Ow, good God
(I'm down at the club, y'all, yeah)
Boogie down baby (Move ya)
Shake what ya mama made
I see by how you movin'
You could take it,
What’s the matter? What’s the matter?
What does it matter?
Color of ya skin - it doesn’t matter!
We are all made of God’s Matter!
What’s the matter?
side-
(damn man like with me and her the chemistry is crazy, know what I'm sayen?)
By your side-
(everytime I look in her eyes I just know we was meant
box
Mink on, see the fox (that's how you feel, nigga)
'03 Bentley parked, by the candy shop, 50, Vicky Fox
Time to give them what they want
Rakim
every time
I can't find time
Now
It's beyond my reach to teach
Without ya by my side
Sorry about my tone
I just can't take this no mor'
Not alone,
a sharp shoota
Aiming right for ya heart, give my love to ya
Take ya up to the stars, passing by the lunar
Give ya what you deserve, shoulda had it sooner
here, we hated ya'll
Yea I got the 80 cocked
They tellin' me, "Damn boy you ain't in a day top, you ain't in the car"
When I roll to Philly I rolled in
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
to feelin new
Praying up saved by Christ I am like a few
Come see the views
Boi or girl better learn ya lesson you putting off a bigger blessing
Listen to His
know your game
I said, yo, baby girl, I'ma tell you no lies (What?)
'Cause all I wanna do is uh, get ya high,
And uh, lay ya down and do the body rock
Can't truss it
And I judge everyone, one by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
I can only guess what's happening
Years ago
ya
Free agent out sourced
Find another kid brah
Find another kid to pay ya
This is wrapped up
Air tight
Vacuum container
I dont care what he said
Far
hands, don't compare me to Dez
You do the rest
I'm feelin so blessed
You don’t know me, I don’t know you
What would you do if I had to prove
We never been
jeans
And just like a rivalry, lick ya
Baby you got me feelin, crazy
Don't worry bout these haters, wait up wait up
I got room keys, come see me
lick ya
Baby, you got me feelin', crazy
Don't worry 'bout these haters
Wait up, wait up, I got room keys
Come see me later
We can fulfill fantasies, so
play by
Doorbell Knock knock at your chest
We are love when your at your best
Is it a love of fire? or a love of flesh?
You ever had those days
Feelin
your time
Dancin' in the corner
We move like no one's watching, babe
Then I tell ya (Ah)
Baby girl, please (Ah)
It's gettin' hot in here
Baby, do what
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin'
So sick, so sick, I'm sickle cell sick
What the fuck you think I'm doing right now?
I got my Glock on, watch on, clock on
Everything's cool, no
feelin ya, but at I gotta keep it real with ya
only when you got dough, niggas want to be with ya
they feel ya out, find out about your whereabouts
best
Morningstar
I want you to meet me up by the swings
You don't gotta worry, boy it don't mean nothing
I feel ya, and I know that you're feelin me
Don't fall for
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