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Cooties

Aimee Allen

Hairspray [2007 Soundtrack]

2007

class she's like a walking show-and-tell
Her pet skunk ran away 'cause it couldn't take the smell
She's got cooties (cooties)

Nobody wants to sit by

and her Rari, Ducati, Mclarens you bitch 

I tried to tell em tried to tell em Tried to tell em yah, tried to tell They ass
Yes it's money over bitches we

But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em'
And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum'
We just keep winning, by landslides oh and umm

with me
Really I just see food I can make you crawl dead
You swimming in the money boy that make me a shark then
Catch 'em, kill 'em, feed 'em to the hog

Don't try holla for a free 16 now I'm sorry but I need to get paid
Can't get me on the phone if you do you can tell by my tone that I need to get

Family

Ying Yang Twins

Chemically Imbalanced []

2006

a cousin named Ant
Dead, they say the young man only died by the head
The streets all we got it
Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype
Teach your son to like guns

Wait hold up, kill it
Motherfuckers always trying to guard me
I just wanna know if they ripping my routes off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big

an opportunist, I'm that typa boy that's tryna get it by any means
YSTBC the ArtiQulator boy I'm all about my bizz

They don't believe that I'm a boss until I tell

Runnin shit track and field
Tell 'em go man fuck the yield
Hoppin out on his heels
On the block get highlight reeled
Having bucks reach and get

champagne for leaving that boy toast
I do the most, we gone chop the body, put em on the boat
I do the most, I need me a crib surrounded by a moat,
I do

they at?)
There them bitches go (there they go)
Tell them bitches no (no)
Why? cause they move too slow (slow)

I'm looking, I seen em
I like em, I

dread head rapper straight from the ville
Cole world!
Aye!! The real is back
Tell em that it’s we
And that’s a fact
Oh God!! talk to em
They can’t counter

him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing

shots, like damn we be an extra

One time we had spent so many times, like tell em boy just text us
Text us
Like tell em boy just text us
One time we had

racks when that boy said he would shoot me

What is the deal, I can tell what's real
I can tell whats fake
Out in the field, hands on the wheel like you

racks when that boy said he would shoot me

What is the deal, I can tell what’s real
I can tell whats fake
Out in the field, hands on the wheel like you

luck, and he ain't getting mine
Stay back lil boy, don't walk wit me
Ain't R2R, don't talk to me
Tell 'em back up off of me
I got my exes stalking me
I

Straight Outta Compton

N.W.A

Greatest Hits

1996

back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton

Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks

Got 'em hopin' that I'll fall down
Tell me why they'd wanna see me go down
Tell me why they'd wanna see me drop
Tell me why they'd wanna see me drop

(I have no legs)
(I have no leg)
(I have no leg)
Come by the party, get zooted, B?

Uh
Look
Good evening
Yeah, uh

When I party in New

Back Bone

Young Thug

Before Anythang

2018

bag)
I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I'm tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck

seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys

Biz to Big Meetings
Ion know you then don't greet me
End up 6 foot 3 beneath me
Got all my youngins sayin...

Big Sig mane tell em what it do
Show em

a loss and ain't no get backs 
But I'm just planning I ain't hit em with the contact yet
Tell em when they talking to a boss don't flex 

Don't flex cuz