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'Ouu I got bad intentions, real f***ing bad intention
For these n***** out here doing bad business, real f***ing bad decision
'Ouu I handled mine

what you other rappers sayin' about me hatin'
F***ing save it before I flame your face and use your skull as a vase
I'm insane, maybe that's what I gotta

No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these

Weezy Baby

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II [Clean]

2005

drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't f***ing with you b**** n****s
I'm

this song
(I ain't F-ing with you)
You got dreams of being a famous artist
This every rapper that made it like they garbage
(I ain't F-ing with you)

to your kids birthdayparty 
and I promise I'll be f*** ing sensational
check this haze and all this motherf*** ing alcohol
we'll be having a brawl

This is

When You Gonna Drop

Lil' Boosie

Bad Azz

2006

wont feel that pill n****
Can't no rapper f***ing with me
Hit you from my way look like Tim Duncan, Tony Parker and Manu Ginobili.
Ask about me if you

Donald Duck
None of these rappers aint f***ing with me, ye (Nah)
I get a cheque every week
And your b*** suck my d***
Coz she know im sekzy, slett (Slett,

been on de grind
I'm tryna get mine
You know dat im tryna defy the f***ing odds
Living in disguis
Going to de skies 
Yeah im on the f***ing rise wit de

Shoot my shot from the wrist, took a huge risk 
Oh, well you missed out 
I'm f***ing pissed now 
Gonna grab a couple drinks get pissed now
Crossing

in 8 mile
And no I ain't wearing no painted smile
He sounds like NF, but saying "mf" and f-ing lot, was that an f-ing shot
Well I don't f-ing know, but

part of me is hard to read
I like to leave a bit of mystery like Nancy Drew
And that’s a million dollar pussy that im f***ing too
And you don’t know how

in the Queen-sized bed, caught a cramp got my ass shaking like a f’ing dummy, 
Took her to the gym, self-conscious bout her tummy, 
Stress paid bills I

in my biz, he must want a flyer,
Taking my style, I’m not a f’ing supplier,

I make hits, wear drip & that’s why your bitch always wanna do splits

Never had much luck with men named Matt
Last one told me he liked that I didn’t have a cat
What kind of f…ing s…head says a thing like that
First

everybody wanting bread
And if you getting it and they aint it get to f-ing with they head
Sometimes they don’t even know that they be hating
I can tell
Oh

or the macy bags
Push the jag and my face is covering a f***ing mag
These lil n***** baby I been grew up now they f***ing mad
To say i'm not the s*** is just

neck same day
Far East, my bros like to the m*********ing bang
Like Joel Embiid, I run the f***ing paint
You don't know what I've been on
You a hater,

I swear to God... every rapper is a copy
And they snitching and they probably poppin mollies like Takashi
You get molly wopped, f***ing with a real

wanna, I guarantee Locomotion He came for the belly, Now he's running from
The pelly
Puffin' on the smelly, but the Vision's 20-20
They ain't f***ing with

Sounds Good, But I Don't Know

Catch 22

Alone in a Crowd

2000

friends It hurts so much to be alone. I wish
This night would f***ing end. I close my eyes and dream of home.
(CHORUS)
I wish this night would f***ing end.

nobody else
And I don't need your f***ing opinion cause'
Ain't nobody do like I do this shit
Doc right here boy I got the remedy
If I go in I'm f***ing up

(F*** It)
F*** them f***boys you be posted with up at the corner (What what)
Taking all these drugs cause I'm so tired of being so f***ing sober

Hanh 
E what’s hatnen man E what’s hatnen man what’s hatnen (Eezy Money Franklins man this is the mother f***ing intro)
This is the mother f***ing