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always agree
Saying we, (you dey H), you're not a G
I see my lyrics on the gram, it's their caption
cin't no caps though, pretty spitting out facts though

up, yeah Ima keep it on me 
Can't save a skeeter, I just her leave 
cin't no leeching off me 

Yeah

Motivated by my angry haters
I'm just focused

Small time we go make um
Massive turn up na man roam taya
Charle no where cool oo tema stay by plan
Ohie ed surlely we go run things one day ayy

would meet her future husband 
By age 27, get engaged a year later 
And get married a year after that
But when Kaffy turned 27
She didn't find a husband

these looks h-hot on a platter
They call me kj the k is for kahuna
Shoulda called a medic to get your body soona
Didn't mean to take her life, I wanted

the dash (Click)
Young Fundi in the pass (Whoo)
God the only being I fear (Uh)
Nigga we ain't come to fight fair (Nah)
Freddy H in the flesh (Yes)
Worst

Statertot ain't gonna get
Like sayin', "Whomst'd've" to a dirty white boy
Waitin' for Dearborn to Fly by ETI while Moist 'N Fresh oil, spoil seas and skies

your house
Amma throw you out like a bouncer
Wrote my lyrics for the high king fire balls nightmare killing mummies
No care if game in the trash bin

in casket
I had to make some shit happen so I won't live life in sorrow
Cs if I died right here today who'll give a fuck by tomorrow
It's about 5:26

said, "Damn boy, you got stamina"
AK with me, he come flashing, ain't no camera
Brodeine said, "We got it checked off. Check the calendar"
Do it by my

the stuff
Plus, I caught you smiling
When I looked at your butt
So let me know, is you rolling or what
You dig, talk to me
I got a C R U S H on you
And I H O

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1 [Video/DVD]

2002

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture
I'm one

I do it for my Mexicans
I do it for them H-Town boys sippin' that medicine
I do it for G-Town 'cause I know them G's down
Kill 'em all like Rambo I

Aye, was told by someone that was enough thats on they hood
Got a pink b***h in my cup thats why it taste so good
B***h one wanna buck, let him buck

A thugsta just like me, come follow me
Journey off in my world, all boys and girls
Welcome to the land of T.H.U.G.S.
It's the start of a new

. I. N. G 

Boy keep pushin

Boy keep pushin 

I said P. U. S. H. I. N. G 

Girl keep pushin

Girl keep pushin



I said I know it’s taking a long time

2-4 Yaar by GURU BHAI (LYRICS)Verse -
Dosto me chupi kuch meri jaisi aadate
mood jaisa yaaro ka hum aona moid dhalde
Takte na ka hum kisia bhi yaar

the boys humping like they a little sweetheart
Thought I was done but i'm just getting started
Always from the bottom like the top is fuckin guarded
I'm take

I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil

'cause I be
Fucking up they whole set, yeah
Niggas are pepped, my lyrics are their threat
So I can cease jet, C-H-I's the vet
Never forget the Houston

get a taste
Boy you're too thirsty-ay-ay-ay-ay for me-eh-eh (da da da da da da)

T to the H to the I-R-S-T-Y, you thirsty
You thirsty (da da da da

HOOK:

Move to the top, Boy, Walkin' By The Spirit
Cannot be no flop boy, preach through that lyric
We gon show em Milly Rock Boy, YOu gon' have

U R Ghetto 2002

Kardinal Offishall

Quest for Fire: Firestarter, Vol. 1

2001

nice
But the opposite don't look twice
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
(You're Ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O

[Kardinal]
You