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tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama (ooh-yeah), she let me bust her piñata

there just like TiVo
The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego
And weed move slow right now but E go
You know what I'm talking 'bout?
I look at your

you)

You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever

she is

Ooh! Damn baby girl, look at you! 
Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new
Ooh! Headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin'

on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane (that's it right there, Gnealz)
This nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy

where the handcuffs?
I'ma tie you up from the back while we stand up
Pullin' on your hair, kiss you from the side
Keep it right there, slingshot ride

Cocaine Central

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

don't believe in God

Coke in my blood, weed in my lungs
Barely staying up, bout to get some fried chicken from Wong's
She laying there, ass all fat

in they jour-n-al
Keep 'em on they toes like
A midget at the urinal
Bad Bad Bad-Bad Bad Bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad, she a sad little wannabe

Yeah

want her
Fine ass, with yo fine ass, yo big fine ass
Fine ass, with yo fine ass, look fine ass
Yo big fine ass let a nigga get behind that
I ain't

Check Out Her Mama

Johnny Winter

Hey, Where's Your Brother?

1992

Refrain

[solo guitar for 2 choruses (chorii?)]

Now, don't get in a hurry 'cause this ain't
No race.
And don't get taken in by a pretty face.
You know that

see that ass
Look like a lick tryna hit I gotta blast
She from the bottom got bikinis and paddies
She wet like a sponge I'm the bob she call me daddy

the weight
That surrounds her
Like it or not
When a breather's all that she really needs
Not just a pretty face
No there's so much more that she's got

her, oh, oh
You so bad so I can't ignore ya, ignore ya
Ooh
She from the tropics like the mango (Mango)
Fell in love with this motherfuckin' bankroll

Oh my god I
Got myself a little baddie
She so fucking pretty (ooh)
Angel in a rose colored dress
She always shows her best
I ain't ever gon' let you

Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain't nobody call, call, call, call, call

Look, yeah
Look-look, yeah,

there's Anna Nicole, she scarin me
Look ma no cavites, oh its a station break
Better go out to the kitchen and micorwave something

[Chorus]
Your gonna

gyal fi get bun
Pretty face, Chinese bangs, and one bun

Cute likkle miss, mi waistline a twist
Gimme way, bet me back up and bubble pno this
Look

embroidery
She told me tape it while she did it, hope that made it mean more to me
Girl, I ain't even got my phone with me
Collecting thots, collecting

Stoned rock and rollers in the 60's.
And more than our names got changed
As the 70's slipped on by.
Now we're 80's ladies.
There ain't been much these

Something on Your Mind

James Cotton

The James Cotton Blues Band

1967

There is something on your mind
By the way you look at me
Something on your mind, oh, honey
By the way you look at me
Can what you're thinking

outta state
Fucked up, gettin' over pain
Look how far a nigga came (yeah)
You remember I ain't had a thing
Fucked up, walkin' through the rain

Kimora Lee, oh
So pretty, girl, you belong in a gallery
What's your fantasy? (What's your fantasy?)
Say something you ain't never did (you ain't never

ain't worthless
So pretty inside and out
Girl please don't you shout
You are living in doubt
Oh ooh
Girl I still want you (Ooh)
Girl I still want you (Ooh

Do-Re-Mi

Lee Dorsey

Night People: The Best of Lee Dorsey

2018

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti 
My over there was passing me 
She got a whole lot of rhythm when she walk 
& I can hear rhythm when she talk