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no gang
We gon smoke
We gon pop
We gon trigger bang bang
Look
Boy you switched side nigga
Was always by your side nigga
So I put it work
Double my

destined for greatness I flip the reciprocal that mean they destined to pay as soon as I get a cop mama crib and then I’m a go cop a Wraith drop the top

so I'm not for sale
Let me cover all my bases don't trip out on me homie be sure to tie up all your laces
I wasn't raised to be no fool my mama raised

alone (Sing for me Chen)
No one picking up my phone (My phone)
I've been doing it all on my own (Alone)
I've been doing it all on my own (Alone)
Through

to talk to my father, he responding with that smoke exhale
Thank you to my lord, he got me out that place so I prevail
Yeah, yeah, they say they by your

shapes
Now it's smoking like the dope fiend's
I'll cut your body by the feet
And chop it up like it's something to eat
Sins I commit would haunt you for

Pussy

Strings

The Black Widow

2000

a muthafucka want to sing pussy
Could you be my baby's mama?
Eat that ass alive like Jeffrey Domer pussy
Action packed drama pussy
Flo Jo gold medalist Olympic

College

Lil Mama

Vyp - Voice of the Young People

2007

for proper clothes
My mama so prepared
For this mini battle has chose
Finally we reach our final destination
My poppa placed in a seat
Facin' me

the nail in your coffin
mama said sing
it’s your callin
flow like a river
get the whole world noddin
stand out
break the mold
clock is tick tick ticking

Work Work

N-Dubz

Uncle B

2008

to make,
Cheques to receive that you wouldn't believe,
T show off your voice.

Yeahhh

See me I scream for the scrape my taxman rape,
Government wonderin why

bitch I hit that lic I'm making bad decisions
My mama say you like your daddy boy you to ambitious
It ain't no lights it ain't no power it ain't no gifts

mama, I'm a dawg
When you ride on me (ride on me)
By the hour, money shower
That's your salary (salary)
Skipping leg day
Make them legs shake
Burn them

Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album

Ay, Marshal on that beat, yeah

Party all night until 9PM
I got a curfew be in bed by 10
I love my mama don't wanna make her sad
Don't cause no drama

sing like my damsel

Cozy sandals ain talking Margiela
Every time im gon notice her lashes
Track star you gotta run for these metals
Off the block left

The way I pulled up think I play for the lakers
Lining him Up like Finna giving him a taper
Speaking on my name you getting cut by razor
Get in my

it I'm zooted I'm not even moving
I tell you i love you I'm not even human
I aim for the heart when i shoot like I'm cupid
They think that they hard

how they ask for

New York City I’m gonna sing it to my last note and I’m gonna give it to your bitch like it’s my last stroke!

I could never fold

Tales from the Dorkside (featuring Darko the Super)
written by Nathan Conrad, Evan Souza and Nick Mitchell
Publishing for Darko the super: Outer

like Ding-Dong
You see them dogs in the front yard I'm hitting yo Mama yeah Bing Bong
She singing my song just to sing along
She shaking ass in that tiny

these bozos gonna clown us
Like buddy go get your racks up
How you hate on a nigga, ain't able
If I say I ain't got it don't mean I ain't able
Smokin'

to the principal for my potty mouth
Talkin' bout some
"give me your number so we
Can call the house" but gimme got shot
So the ink stainin' my record now
You pull

broadens the shoulders
No it ain't over til big mama sings out that it's over
Please
I need a second for peace
I need a second to think
I'm losing my touch

You got your own shit I'm trying to unpack mine
Had to come back home, think, and unwrap time
These photo book lyrics a picture is worth a thousand