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clean an' build a world.
A system of privilege and patrons only for the Eto-Oxfordians!

I got no money 'cos it's all spent,
Paying my bills, up by forty

We in the same game but don’t have the same rules
My old head dropped the same jewels
Make sure you clean it if you gotta use the same tool 
Yeah I

'til the cash gone
Loadin' up my (brrr) while my lady put her lash on
We the Empire State, big stick by the safe
Team's sick by the way, you get

Body High

Trey Songz

28

2018

don't do right by you then leave 'em
Droptop, bitch, I'm flyin', I ain't speedin'
Make my own place, yeah, I make my own cash
Talkin' 'bout relations,

Ooh get that go and get that
Go get your bag bag baby
Go get your bag
Go and get that
Double it Add it just don't
Run it up
Go get your cash
Go get

a girl with me
And we pop in the kitchen
Dick all hard, my nuts on a mission
I got cash, they got coins in my mileage
E-D-D, your credit looking

'em up
In the shop every week, I can't seem to get enough
My aunt said my skin to clean to mark it up
But I'ma ink my whole body, I don't give

it's 40 on the beat
So I always do my thing
I'm a boss nigga do own shit nigga
So when I shoot my shot
I never ever miss nigga

Get it by any means
For

Hey I'm int eighty, my memory's flash
They call us Dual Core 'cause we got twice as much cache/cash
My freestyle is fast, and the synapses fry
Go

Hey I'm int eighty, my memory's flash
They call us Dual Core 'cause we got twice as much cache/cash
My freestyle is fast, and the synapses fry
Go

Riding passenger I'm coming pilot Pistol tucked in my coat pocket
A lil nigga with no remorse
I'll shoot a nigga with no problem I'm making cash

Then pray for forgiveness
They bouncing ass
I'm counting cash
Shorty service my every demand
While you paying for her only fans
Make her throw it back
I

on the vogues
And the leather on the seat
I be gripping on the Wood
Beat up the trunk in my Caprice
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For

don't end
She ride my 808's like I never left the 213
Bouta smash no cash
Bitches back to back
Not fast
3 round minimum for every pussy
I stay up in 'em

they be dick riding
Dont fuck with broke bitches they can't sit by me
I dont fuck with broke niggas Nigga bag back
Say yo money green nigga Where yo cash

Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund
Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up!
I come in that new thing she threw up
Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean

'til I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet tain't being dead, it's my awful dread
of an icy grave that pains.
So I want you to swear that foul

the gang
Getting to the cash then i run it up again
Me and 2 girls we just fornicate
Me and few band yeah
Run it for the gang
Toast up cups with my real ones

Lick

Offset

Father of 4

2019

of all evil, but the cash rule

(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick
Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive)
I was so broke that I

Flashing lights
Double vs diamonds
That silver lining
That's perfect timing
Yea
Brace yourself
Take a sip of that lean
So fresh
So clean
Feel like

Going to the sky flying like a bird
Use to be the last now I'm going first
Use to be so clean now I'm in the dirt
All these rappers getting cash by

countin' my cash, my money, my green (Ay, ay, ay)
Left foot, right foot, now hop on the beat
Yeah, feel that rhythm and move yo feet (Whoa)
Can you feel me,

wake up stretch my feet and wings
My life has no deleted scenes
I pop pop pop and leave the scene
Leave the scene Noxzema clean
Sippin' on that lean

don't need
Back on the ropes TMR Ali
Getting cash out the way then you fine by me
Come through my spot hoes down on knees
Nigga don't panic
Cards I was