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(ugh)
Tell shawty bust it open, Uncle Luke on
Got a present for the present and a gift wrapping
I don't feel good, but my trigger happy (bah)
Bet

shawty bust it open, Uncle Luke on
Got the present for the present
And a gift wrapping
I don't feel good, but my trigger happy (Bah)
Bet the stripper happy

good, my bad, then my uglies
It seems to me, that in my dreams the only place someone gon love me
I couldn't even count on the women that gave birth to me

communicate the misery
Sendin shots right at the queen and you ask me for sympathy
You cost me my Ade T over some money and some speed
Yeah it ain't right y'all

Legend of a Cowgirl

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Pop/Rock Picks Dec. 1997, Vol. 1

1997

for another day
Ain't gonna hang my hat
Ain't gonna take off my boots
Ain't nothing gonna stop me
In my pursuit
My stage,
Time to rehearse
Gonna

the money, the movies,the meals
What you really love me for
I don't feel you anymore
You don't feel me anymore?
Maybe we dead inside 
Judging a book by it's

Niggers

There's a nigger standing by my door
Open up and on the floor
On your knees and suck my cock
Don't you pull up that one glock

Mr. nigger

Yea
Uh-huh
I’m on a new level
If you knew better baby you do better
I’m tryna get money like hugh hefner
I’m fuckin up money on whoever
I’m all in my

Tunmise
Nyama baby
Lee
Genesis let's go
I wan get money like dangote (dangote)
So my friends and family go happy (go happy eh)
When dey see me make

gonna feel 

Big moves man making now 
Mi want the money pileup 
In my bank account 
Don’t want to go broke inna real life 
Poverty ain’t something weh

that I'm gone
None of my enemies can hate on me now
And all my friends can do is pray for me now
Only God can judge me

Now that I'm dead and gone I

real life be getting in the the way
I'm busy juggling time and money, and ain't got enough of either
Trading one for the other while I'm tryna catch

So Brooklyn

Casanova

So Brooklyn

2019

a stack (get money nigga)
I can show you how to make it stack (get money nigga)
I got two bodies, what's ya stats? (You know my body)
Nigga fakin' with

it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you

grams, smoking gas
Sipping good dope
Yeah nigga, fuck my past
Propane in my pants
Grams in my socks
Negro haciendo señas pero no es el milly rock
Street

then I'm runnin' to it
Still in the hood up to no good
Yeah I'm still in that trap and I'm catchin' juggs
They on my 'gram tryna see what I post
I want

so hard with my niggas for the good days
Since I never ever had a time for my own space
Meaning that I have to work so had for better days
All

good, no good no)
But if you told me that you loved me I'd come crawling right back
Crawling back to you
My body aches in the cold when you aren't by my

Back on my grind yea yea
I'm in my prime yea yea
A star is gone shine yea yea
I'll be here for a good time
Not a long time, not a bad time
No goodbyes

a prostitute
Getting paid money in her wetsuit
How much you wanna bet you will never get laid
We all know you will never get a cute girl
Oh by the way your mum

broke, was sleep on the floor
Huh, ain't doing it no more (oh, what?)
Baby, got good brain, where is your throat?
I got money, yeah, that shit

understand
And i know say God dey see you
Patient with am
No put hand for wetin go kill you
Life na turn by turn as you turn come e no go pass you
Anything

energy
Good afternoon now I'm on the move spark new one up
Weed sex money and success can never have enough
Down for anything in the world to keep my

Got to play for real ahh
All money in ahh
No time for a hoe
Cashing out for the clothes
Not my fault
Nigga lost his hoe
Too much drip
Done spilled