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And the bitch naked, got cake
It's her Birthday
First things first I know you niggas
By your first name
Birthed niggas probably gave half of them they rap name

a problem now 

When she walk in the room 
What they talkin' bout 

Dat ass is so fat 
Got em watchin' now 

She stunt when she walk 
Ain't no talkin' now

it cost me my peace i dont buy it
20 Plenty we ignited
What you smoking
Boy you know the jets are hella private
Making money bag it silent
Business man

and Sleazy on some shit, boy, you can't compare When you young and gettin' money, it be hard to care
When you did it by yourself, it be hard to share Niggas

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

Mind control mind control
Human beings to do wat you and I are told
Must be civilized but inside is gold
Raised by a sheep herder mines a wolf
Eat

you know who you are
On this rock floating 'round a star
Don't it seem bizarre
Just a bunch of sheep herded by flashing cars
Controlled by flashy

finer things I been gettin'
Lost up in my head I been wicked
Yeah my thoughts been wicked don't love em if they pimpin' 
They say they care for you but

we gone Take it by The bottle
The Waitress look so good he Don't even know who shot em
That's a peon
The type that never had a real life
He don't see

Amsterdam

Rick Ross

God Forgives, I Don't

2012

to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like

of events
Twenty bales an hour boys we've got to make that rent

Tell him - no, don't tell him when it ends

They'd yell em up, and he'd pick em' out
You

"God, please"
"Could all the Vice Lords love all the G's? G's love 'em back?"
We reppin God in the Cadillac
If they kill me, Mississippi bust all them

As I sit by the fire sippin' on this fine wine
I reminisce about the time that I saw a pimp standing on the corner of a street
Pretty sure it was

records
Sean J, you killed this shit
I heard they formed an alliance
Against little old me
You can tell by my gut
I ain't ran from no beef
I turn rappers

care about you lil´ too boys
My watch? you didn´t even know it
I be been pimpin' like
I'm ballin´ with Jordan
Then it´s Rodman with the colorful floors

she just give me head, nah
She gonna roll my blunt, uh
Pour me up a 8, then I dip my blunt in it, ay
I'ma keep it pimpin', sneakers by Givenchy
Medicine

sharing
And tell that bitch nigga stop staring

'Cause we don't fuck with 'em niggas
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
We don't fuck

the skin
If you play by the rules then your soul wont bend
Stay ten toes down, fuck the sheets to the wind
When the fuck we gone wake up and realize its

forreal?
Why the fuck would you try my gang? Drive by aim
That nigga walkin' we ride by lames
Boy I'mma find where your grandma stay
Play no games but we

"Hey, tell this jerk to take a hike
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well, sugar, he don't mean the things he said"
"Just get him outta

cause how they ass talk
Creep up on that boy and fuck around and knock his legs out
Tell that nigga we could get into a it, it ain't no standoff

Remember

the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got

Look into the eyes of a real nigga
Tell me you can feel what I feel nigga
Tell me you can see what I see boy
Walk with me, tell me you can be where I

tryin' to see me hot like I'm in the sauna And I'm just tryin' to get ya loose kinda like Madonna Everybody I know tell em it's time to go Me and T-Bone in