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abroad, I take it with me to the hotel
Got hit by the cash, now I’m looking all luxury
Thought I was untalented, till I made a discovery
TooFaced hides

minutes
I swear that this shit onna flo
Nigga insurance just went up
And i ain't the women you claim to do right by you so
Whenever you thinking bout

and my album's on replay
And I see so (See so)
Baby I can see you through the peep hole (peep hole)
Don't you try to hide that you a fan now (fan now)
(you

Thug Luv

Destiny's Child

Thug Love [12"]

1999

of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
'Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot
I

Cause I play Quincy and inject you with some syanide 

Catch somebody else, one by one, that oughta get'em 

If not I'm forced to use another form

Who's that little Mexican
Buzzing out Pflugerville
Smoke weed get drunk
But we don't pop pills
My girlfriend kick me out the crib
I told her baby

gon' tell you the half
Ya not see it
Cause they're really only after the cash
Ya not see it
But they wind up sellin they own ass
One album, two album

front of a fire, in a living room
Cozy and warm full of potluck food
But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge
I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny

Us
by Gordon Pogoda, Johnny Elkins & Alberto Bof

Draw a line anywhere - the side you're on, I'll be there
Run a race, reach the end - there you'll

it's a rental
'Cause his album's yet to drop so, "How he pull up in a Benzo?"
Drop the top, bet the bitch got cropped
Let it blow in the wind amitrole

to sell you
The blow, the cash, the yachts
You forgot the love, the warmth
And the fact that, we all die
So what's your plan, it cracks
Your phone ain't got

fan since way back
tell me can you say that ten times fast now
hands high, grand prize, takin home the cash cow
and that’s the way that it goes, Jesús

shoulder
Cuz it’s not safe
Burning hot plate
On ice
Praying that he doesn’t get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12:45

you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes

Rest your

up something heavy
Some mothers resort to getting rich off Newports
Back and forth to Delaware and VA
Yeah you can't blow, they takes hella years

a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's

struck this man
Othello while I drink my flask
Man made wreck gone bad
My spirit combined with Johnny Cash
Girl, I don't wanna waste no breath on a lazy

advised to evacuate)

It’s Amicella

I did what they said that I couldn’t  
I’m stirring the pot I’m not cooking 
They coming like two by two, bars hit like

her friend, she said that she a freak, yeah ho, i know
Told my twin if they ever try to play with me let that chop blow
Why u tryna come back now
I cant

When I feel the Santa Ana winds blow
I used to think I was invincible
Figured one day I'd eventually 
Know
That was many years ago

Bank account full

I'm a Ryder

TQ

Hell and Back

album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's

just the way that we found it
But I just know that money, fame, and jewelries will never buy me

They do it for the money
For the love of the cash

You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it 
That's some sick shit homeboy 
A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud

she drop it low)
I'm finna take her to the ho
Tell me what's your name again
By tomorrow I'll still forget
(Aight, I'm off that)
Gotta own some property