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the sound by the way
Count it down, by the days (ooh)
To myself, know they wicked, with the moves (ooh, ooh)
I'm drinkin', off the juice, know I'm drinkin'

like Biggie and Chris Farley
Ignorant and misled we evil
I'm like the kid from the Sixth Sense
Because I see dead people
Surrounded by them pounded by

even speak 
Got me feeling numb and I can't feel my feet 

So when I walk away it's like I never done it 
Feeling like Chris Brown maybe I should run it

spot
Pretend to pay the driver
And then they just run off
Some a argue with the driver
And say the fare aint right
The next thing you know
They

say im the talk of the town
That Drac make him dance, Chris Brown
Get low from them shots, man, down
He think that' he tough, he got Glock on his waist

Yeah
Street Lottery, Street Lottery
Balling with them Freebandz like I hit the lottery (Zaytoven)

Name good (yeah), face good (street)
It all

a fountain, stack it like a mountain
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown, I'ma take her down
I smoke a pound, flip a pound, got a hundred pounds
You want it now, I

a wonder that these dirty drawers
Run thick like Rick crazy straws for you and yours
Well of course I get by with no problemo though it seems
You just might

You can run from love
And if it's really love it will find you
Catch you by the heel
But you can't be numb for love
The only pain is to feel nothing

runnin 5 starts 
Run it up I ain't sprinting my nigga
I remix the money my nigga
I triple the double my nigga

Young nicca incredible
Rollin up keep all

to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'

 the five-fifteen

Let me tell you something that I've seen
The coal man got run over by the five-fifteen
It cut off his arms and it crushed his ribs
Did the poor man

Coming with another remix
For the ladies who feel it, aye
Your brown lips exquisite
I need it, believe it
Another day another dime
Think about her

Where you at
Somewhere outta space you can't jets
I have a place by the jetsons oh yes
I'm shaper than a knife this a Gillette
She succ it every

million by the end of the week
Ya can't stop it, might as well run and cop it
You bitch ass niggas can't flock it, we...

[Guy]
We got it locked

Cocaine Blues

Hank Thompson

A Six Pack to Go [Jazz Elite]

2015

Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down

Yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just read it to me
Shot her

lovin' forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow

There's a fruit store on our street
It's run by a Greek.
And he keeps good things to eat
But you should hear him speak!
When you ask him

I've been brought up
By street cats who didn't get caught up
Like that New Jack Nino Brown at da Carter
I'm da new Tony Montana, only I'm just a
Little

I Think They Like Me [Remix]

Jermaine Dupri

On Top of Our Game [Chopped & Screwed] [Clean]

2006

Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like

the shower
Stabbing dat pussy
I kill it devoured
Blues getting fat
Like Albert
Got hoes they dance
Like Chris brown
They do powder
Bitch you horny
And you know

havin no money
No clout
Now I'm that kid
That they talk about
Well, slightly
Just do it like Nike
Run game wit CashDaGawd
He the 2-3
I'm the point God

She calls him brown eyes
But his eyes are blue
She keeps him waiting
She knows she's overdue
She's got his number
By her bed at night
You know she

triggered
Guess that's just the come up
Too much heat chris brown and gunna
I'm feeling on top, but they want me under
Run up on me
I got plenty guys
They