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just for money (stick 'em up) young nigga didn't understand Nothing but money (give 'em hell) When I woke up this morning, yeah I told myself I had
the baker's thumbs I bake the cake, get two of them for one Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son Uh, I'll show you how to do this son Young don't mess
Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp Meek Milly, Young Chris, you
the back For some Ruth Chris So In the end Ima do this All by myself I’m used to it
Nigga why you talkin do like will did chris I'm the first prince we know, everybody hates chris Sweet chin music, get your tables turned Read books,
I admit it I admit it Young nigga by himself he countin up the digits I admit it I admit Body count rising while he countin up the bitches I admit it
by the cops and shit It’s a democracy you gotta talk and shit Nah But anyway, I’m in the stu straight knockin shit You Know I live in this bitch no
the side pocket Martin Luther King I sold plugs But got told on by Chris Sawyer Funny thing bout it I just saw em Bought it up and he quit talkin Had
(yeah) Yeah, I got shoot 250 (yeah) I woke up richer than yesterday I had to go get a check today All by myself, no masturbate Come baby, come by
hurts not to be wit her Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest I can't make it to her piano practices When I was young my ol' man left us And I pray
Ruth Chris He finally got his money up but he a lick I will rock a nigga jaw, I hate Chris Ever since I was young I wanted to ball I wanted the money, I
got feelings too (we got feelings too) Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (hey) But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's son Yo, young star in
Welcome to my house party party Welcome to my house party party Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp Meek Milly, Young Chris, you
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up [Ludacris] To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie If
real, aww, it's testimony time Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears Go on and testify [Ludacris] Lord,
[Da Franchise] Uh, {chuckles} Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? Fuck why'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no
jam But with the soap its gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle
the code that I live by and told me to run it So I start with the shit plus I was born with the knowledge A young wise muhfucka get respect like
a freaky girl and the sloppy oh waw Oh waw You got me tweaking 2hunnid on dashboard When I go to sleep got a stripper by my side boy She waited at home
And she's like a photo in A wallet nigga no frame Me, I produce flames, you can call me propane You staying on that dashboard motherfucker You got no game me,
God blessed, I ain't livin' in fear Swear down, I'll go to hell if my niggas were there 'Cause I've been Ice-City since a young age Anyone lay I
and typing like it's a problem Since a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers Lil' Chris a shotta, he do a hit in Balenciagas Yeah, that's
everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside? Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my
once knew me before Was confused by my stare and the blood that's on the floor I told her it was a mural of the crimes of the past And the reason our
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