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the sensation 

The way them braids
Touch the top of ya back 
You kinda look like brandy
From back in the gap 
Caught Cha Attention 
How I'm Whipping dis Lac 
But

that pussy hot
I'm a hit her Fuckn spot she gone drop it like it's hot
Neva stress it and keep yo head up. Imma be aight
Never look for me in another man

be aight 
Never look for me in another man 
You gotta another man I ain even mad 
Staring at yo pictures while my niggas fighting wit the system 
Yo

ain't sayin' nun
I'ma rip this cart and not got say nothin
Pussy
Way dis mak11 spray pleadin guilty
Yo bitch by yo side, later she'll be chillin wit me

but he ain't sayin' nun
I'ma rip this cart and not got say nothin
PUSSY
Way dis mak11 spray pleadin guilty
Yo bitch by yo side, later she'll be chillin

ain't never need no help
I'll do it by myself
Fuck dese niggas
Fuck dese bitches
Just play yo role or you get left
I'm just trynna get da money
I'm playin

were talkin' shit
Man, fuck Tha Free World
Yeah, fuck Tha Free World!

Mic-a-di-microphone check, motherfucker
I don’t really trust her
Booty with

Yeah
Eastside all mine (park this motherfucker anywhere, man)
Just like every time (I don't wanna hear that shit)
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Moving in Silence like I have no name
Yesterday's Price is not todays, I can never be the same
My shooters, they can never miss their aim
My mind

lately /
Rise and grind man I gotta get it wakey wakey

Ok we back lets grind / kill you check time it’s mine / know-one finna stop ma shine / I’m here

Gettin Money

Lil' Keke

Addicted 2 Fame

2010

I ain't braggin' homeboy, dis my format
The 22's look like they ridin' on four flats
Young octopus, I carry arms
I draw to challengers, with Cavali

the day in and day out
I punch the line, but punch lines ain't give it a little but spit shine
And perfection is made by the best of the work
Especially

pressure make a man craze o
If e nor dey, e nor dey
Minogeshishi nor do pass your self bruh
I beg you brother hold your hustle
(Hold your hustle o)
Coz when

a lay up dawg
Ok my g, living day by day just saying c'est la vie
And enemies, I can't let you niggas put and end to me
And mentally, you'll never get

Can I be your song tonight
Oh Heavenly Father
Felt my soul it's like the day we met
I don't wanna leave your side
No
Have me by your side for days

and leave me, why would you leave me
You were my baby, to you I’ll be true
We can never figure out what we did
Never put the blame on ourselves but we know

misinform you on what was out of normal
Most people love America because it seems harmless
Place fear behind a weapon and cause
Man they'll never dis arm you

Hallucinogenic chemicals
Old school like Casio
Slamming bones on the patio
Slow ride when the caddy rolls
With the dope man and a bag of Oz
Candy lady gave me Nine

kakamtin yeah

1stOne in the line
Gettin' ready to drive
To the road less traveled by
Life's about to be confusing but it's fine
Oh 'cause we'll never know

much soul
They saying we been on a roll
We get it gone
Okay okay okay
People want the sauce so bad but you gotta black for dis lil honey
I ain't even

repeat what he said

I bet you he won't cause that nigga be dead
I stay in the cut like I'm bleedin' out red
I know my mans gon' put one through his chest

man alongside bino man
What a perfect combination

You know, somewhere this girl could never be apart
Sagan saan
Singing like it's Zagan saan
Sagan saan

Come a long way since I made that deal
Party got lit when we served them pills
Used to rate them now them man look stuck
Huh bruck
Put the work in no dis

me grow dis bread like i'm yeast in it
Never lacking toast if its cheese in it
I put shoes on da wip like my feet in it
Have my niggas eating like our