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and my fucking side
Yeah I call her Tesha yeah she keep me clean with her uvula
I just bought a brand new franck muller
Make him do the hokey pokey when I

What It Ain't [Ghetto Enuff]

Goodie Mob

World Party [Clean]

1999

to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
You don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me

that I do 
But you give it to me good 
I guess you got it like that 
And if you ever leave 
Just know ill have you runnin right back 
Lets get it

She

got tolerance
She want me slow it down, ok baby ima be moderate
I'm just sitting back she making that ass clap like a audience
I know you probably don't

,  how I do it (ouohhh)
Off of this pack (yea) bih' said I'm buggin, (ohh)
I do this shit like its nothin'

I spend a bag like it's nothin
I love you

'm lit to bits of course
(I'm I'm)
Missing in the rave and so
I don't know if I'm going to make it home
We don't do drip just sauce I'm lit to bits

sober
I'm starting to think I'd rather have a hangover
When you're drunk or high
You talk to who you like
Spill all the beans, I know you'll have her

So I'm cool, just leave me 'lone, just leave me 'lone (Just leave me 'lone)
In my antisocial bag like, what you know? (Uhhh like what you know?)
They

in some tall pine trees

I got a old healer dog that knows how to bark and he ain’t never seen no leash

Grown by the land you can tell by hands

at the river by the Nile (by the Ni)
I know you remember the titans (‘member)
You know we got the touch
Like we work for Midas (it’s true)
Like my cookie with

hug her she don't hug me back
I musta did it again
Too many women friends
And we know ain't no friend zone
It's like 4th and inches
Since I play to win

to class
Prada's on my face, it cost half a band
Fuckers don't know i got it like that
Shawty walks by i wanna press rewind
Shawty ven paca i wanna make u

this
I'm confused
Shawty know me
I don't know her yet
We making moves
Don't want the fame
I Want the money check
I make the news
You fuckin lose yo shit

those you don't 
Cause I don't know if this music shit i'm doing gon be perfect (I have no clue)
But amma take my chance and hope that this shit worth it

game, threw haters out of range
I use to be broke
Now they say I look strange
Prolly cause my do's flying up, like planes
Nigga, Lil' Trae don't play no

Brown Eyes

Blackstreet

Level II

2003

things of whachu say, by ever
(See her again)
See I never feel like this before is a love that I can ignore
She got me feeling some kind of way and I

Ay
What's going on
I know you jealous
Man I do it for my girls and my family
Like why so many of you hating me
I ain't got money foreign whip black

dice
Ey ey so roll that dice
If i do it once imma do ting twice man gotta keep winning thats my advise
I know i got class like a teacher
I'm fly with

shit means whatever
I'm tryin' to fit you in my schedule
Know I could do a little better, yeah, yeah

Girl, I could never treat you like a God to me

called her by her first name
But she came in like a damsel
To light her scented candles
It was more than I could handle
I know what she wanted
I know what

salted and buttered popcorn
Yeah, I like that, I like my people and crew
That know when it come to me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we

to dead it
You know my niggas, they bangin' the same color spaghetti
I got my transport up and I got my Getty
I'm gettin' her passport stamped, we goin'

don't wanna get rich, leave you in the hood (uh-uh)
Girl, in my eyes you the baddest
The reason why I love you, you don't like me 'cause my status
I

that's repulsive, how do you not know this?
And then we go our separate ways
Just to link back on better days
Though I know it's short term and you