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bitch in Gucci, I blew down in Givenchy silly

I told sweaters run it up, he jumped back with boy and the girl he playing double dutch 
A nigga wanna

shawty from school, she got body
She curvin' them niggas, she 'bout it, she 'bout it
It's Gucci or Lexus or Audi
Your bitch did the most so I'm sorry not

Get Right Witcha

Migos

C U L T U R E

2017

a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad

today, he'll beat it, Joe Frazier
My Guccis, I went all-blue, Nipsey feet (feet)
You see diamonds on my neck, that's Water by G (G)
She went brazy

Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by the lobby)
It's okay if you bring somebody (somebody)
Meet me at the hotel room (meet me there, meet me there)

Hungry

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

Aha, 2000, Bubba Sparxxx, yeah, 2000 baby

Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry
How you figure you gon straighten the beef

shit that's a stop watch (stop)
Stop boy, hot boy you are not boy (not boy)
Got it out the slums you did not boy (not boy)
Everything that you claim

my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip

a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh, " then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping
I'm kicking Pamela out (Get

to hurt me, my momma dead, so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets

those things (King, things)
Her Gucci bag tote, that's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state, gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy, high

to the rear
Every time I look up them hoes trying to fuck
Every time I drop I give a rapper bad luck
Shucks, pull up on em, daddy's on drugs
Now they climb back

on my neck be wetter than a jet ski
Shining like a brick, my fist glowing
These haters don't upset me, blowing
VVS's got my chest glowing

Gucci gang like

Crimson Play on
Hey, baby how you doing?
I am in the studio with my boy
Lil trippy Na$z
I made a song about you
Yea
Я тебя люблю
I am tryna be with

her
La chica provoca
La chica provoca
All the boys call her
Tu cinturita
All the boys call her

Let me tell you what type she is ah
She the type that

Regret

Ludacris

Conjure: A Hustler's Spirit

2010

so bright
Poppin tags 
Is a thing of the past
You lost everything you had 
Chasin them scallywags

[Chorus]

Ludacris Raps:
Hey sexy 
Tell em

hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man
You niggas just some hoes

Worldwide plug, I sent 'em to
Fifty thousand profit
Man just chilling

what the heat on
Do ah walk up yeah we leave em' this .40 gone decease em
Free tezz that case ain't beat it, but just know my boy still eating
Gone off

5 Deadly Venomz

Apache

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this

give a fuck for?
We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy
Sending hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto

more
All the lil' niggas that's hating on me
Tell 'em to hate a lil' more
Told them niggas I'm keeping it G since I was a lil' boy
All the niggas

ran out of luck
Like a ticket that didn't win when they scratched it
I have a threesome with identical twins

Tell em I know which one is which
Then get

A Milli

Juelz Santana

I Can't Feel My Face: The Prequel

2008

You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't

it
Fake niggas and fake bitches
Tell 'em you ain't gotta lie to kick it

You ain't gotta lie though
You know I got a thing for mulattos
Just follow