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At Least I Know

T.I.

The Dime Trap

2018

At least these things I know (yeah)

Ay, man
One thing I know 'bout me is me (I know it)
I'm already knowing
And you might think that I'm already going

Way before you just seemed fine
Kept it real with me, each time (each time)
I've been thinkin' that you don't love me (love)
Like you used to love me

Jon Hamm,

You know it won’t kill us, just one more time through Tilles

I’m assuming that’s where Santa will land

 

He’ll be greeted by our two

Of course not!
What's going on ...?
You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent ? !
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?
"Your days

40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that

out a Tesla, save the planet for my kids (Skrrt)
Shoutout to the girls that I kissed
Never meet again, now you won’t missed (Ok)
Yeah, my pants are held

just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose
All the games I play
With

play me, yeah (yeah, oh)
I admit that this is no disrespect to the parents (no disrespect)
But this is my advice to you 'cause I'm also a parent

displaying messages
Subliminal advertising, lyrics in my song writing
The truths that I'm conveying will have you convinced I'm lying
The way that it's

In This House

Lil Wayne

In This House

nigga

Boy, you been a hoe
I remember, hoe
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He

Struttin' With Some Barbecue

Louis Armstrong

1925-1950

2000

tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for

today, 
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her

Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
Chu-chuckin' up them deuces
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (yeah, yeah)
Told you that I'm leavin', deuces
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah

shit, uhuh nope
I Can't love no nigga that ain't spending

Already had the Burkin and the Louis
Isaac and Moore me baby
New new me
Pop yo shit
Killers

That make her rider (yeah)
Say put that TEC (yeah)
Right by her eyes (yeah)
She keep it wet (yeah)
She passed my test (yeah)
I count my check (yeah)

my louis lances
For my mamma I'll leave a nigga past tense

Too much shit been going on that i been through, im into
Dont let it convince you

Everybody Jam!

Scatman John

Weekend Party

1997

Hey Louis...
Yeah?
Is that you?
Yes yes
Oh, I'm Scatman John. Would you like to sing a song, man?
Well,sure could
Look out! 1, 2, 3, 4...

cold, drip cold, everything cold
You know that shit (Glock in the Louis)

She a cold bitch
(Cold bitch) , I'm a cold nigga (Cold nigga)
I don't need no

Short Dog's in the House

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

you giving, ain't all that good

A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't fake it
I go

I feel like a dummy
I’m over thinking and sometimes girl I feel like you don’t even love me
You got my heart from me
I know that you love me
But

Stayin 4eva

Benzino

Redemption

2002

the publishing, dawg, I gets checks for this

And the public gonna love you, when they check for this
Motivated by the hate, you better check the list
Shit's

I'm Flexin'

T.I.

Da Bottom, Vol. 30

2012

and my reefer too
I ain't speaking, bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall
It's the only place that I can't go
I'm focused dog, I

Money is my passion it don't grow on trees cover up the pain under all Louis

Louis Louis that's my baggage yah
I do what I want I'm a Savage yah
Louis

she hear my vocals
Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 
'Til that chopper start jammin', it's over

She say that she from Jamaica