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Don't be concerned if you think you look stupid
Baby by the bar starin' like she got darted by Cupid
Blue & Red dress, red pumps, lookin' the cutest
I'm

Saian

RZA

World According To Rza

2003

from Paris city
I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me
Like cool G. rap I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, you can rich them out of my shoes

Baby

not at all, no
Cut up three lines like Adidas
She clean that shit up with her nose
And I got a kilo, man
Kilimanjaro, baby, this a mountain of coke

on my boxer briefs
Hot box I can barely breath she gave me top
I got foreign drugs on my slim jeans
My dreads rocked her panties poped
Hell nah bitch just

on heels I'm back in my prime (Uh huh)
Ay I got me a dime (That's right)
She losing her keys I'm losing my mind, let's go
It's not what it seems (It's not)

off, go time
I-go town to town where her places see
I a-Dora, I explora
Swiping swiping where her places be
She red the text, She came and blue
Now mix

punch him bitch im goin out like von

Bitch stop tugging on my shirt this bitch was made by Virgil
Pockets filled wit all blues the jeans was made by

hate doleys
I like a blue face Avatar money
She got a slim waist but that ass dummy
The same things you like just ain't for me
The things that I like

Hot Toddy
Hot Hot Hot Toddy

It's the brown chick
With the soft lips
And the thick hips
Walk by
Hit the hip switch
Get his dick stiff
Good girl
Still

her sweater is tight
But, driving fast because I feel alright
I'm out with baby, she said she might
I got the whiskey, she's brought the coke
We're

fuck her but she call my phone
Sitting in the trap cooking by the stove
You wasn't there for me when I was alone Lil baby you know i be chilling in my

bring her
You ain't gonna find me on MTV
But you got to drop by cause I'm something to see

I'm a Lounge Singer
I got the hots for Debra Winger
When they

imma fill it wit lean 
Can't talk if it's not bout the green 
Blue ben Jennie's they go buss out my jeans 
Ain't got my money I like what you mean 
Get

Racks, jeans, shoes, blues, clues, L's
You lose
Molly, percs, xans, lean, I, don't, pop
Beans

And the glizzy got a beam on it (Beam)
She said she got some

always something I turn right back around 
On her, I make her purr 
Got  a pair of blue jeans she's my bell bottom girl
I don't mind she's one of a kind

BETWEEN HER
V-A- GINA WET AS AN AQUAFINA
AND THEN I LEAVE HER HOP IN THE BROWN BEAMER
THE COLOR OF COFFEE WITH A COUPLE OF CREAMERS
LOUD SATIVA YOU COULD

this shit one and one
I do not shop at Fendi, I can't tote a gun
She cannot hit the cup, it'll numb her tongue
Louis Vuitton, jeans in the Gucci tongues

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
It's Lando your bitch know, don't
Let your bitch go, nigga
Ooh, it's BLUE STRIP baby

Metallic Green 4's on my feet

Austerity vultures, curriculum'd your culture
Even the moneyman dresses in blue jeans and black jumpers
Steve Jobs jobbed the job that was meant for

savage gotta have it
I been spending faces blue
I been spending faces blue 
I been spending faces blue
Ima savage gotta have it

I'm a star I got that lit

denim all in my jeans that what it cost ya
I been ballin' every season I already cost ya
(?) in her Birkin take my shorty shopping I ain't here looking

Mafia Music [Edit]

Rick Ross

Deeper Than Rap

2009

but somehow I got by

Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they

Get you rich for the night sab hai overpriced 
Cartier on your wrist
Issa good time
Ahh
Kaha reh ti can i pull up by
Got a hotel room
Lets get

Bony Moronie

Paul Jones

The Paul Jones Collection Vol. 2: Love Me, Love My Friends

1996

as skinny as a stick of macaronie.
Oughta see her rock n roll with her blue jeans on
she´s not very fat, just skin and bone.
but I love her, and she loves