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Send him back with a cold, hit him mo' till he cry
You kno her back, gettin blown, yeah she moan, hella time
Get her back, wit' yo soul, trade a ho' for

automatic by the case load
If you in the way, I won't aim slow it's not yo day bro
Cuz
I'm in this heaux, chillin' dripping like water (It's gettin' drippy

If you heard about that chick who was dancing in the club like a ho'
Doing headstands in the middle of the floor, turning up like she ain't been out

hos
I'm only hear to restore the game and I'm gonna bring that shit back like some fuckin Rogaine
I played chicken with a train and I never even moved

by far ho
Da chopper spell my name out in yo Monte Carlo
Suggest you keep it cool, keep it on da up and up
Get yo front on da scope, and yo chest gone

at the door
Hellcat Ricky ran with yo' ho
Pull up, high speed on the way to the show
Now I'm backstage turnt up, let's go, let's go

Gon' be a murder in

rack I been had a bag

Yo, bitch is with me and we ridin' the Jag
If she ever fuck with me, then that is a flag
Dick in her mouth, make a lil' ho gag

ever wanted was that bitch
Till I seen her friend
Na I want her friend
Surprise n****
Let's go
I like yo bitch more then I like mine n****
Don't ask why

I can't even lie, I'm kind of bothered by this shit
Niggas talking like they tough and bitches acting like they lit
Neither one of these hoes bout

don't want me
Cuz I'll break your heart and leave it by the palm trees
I said could you take your time with it
Come and take a minute, won't you listen,

I think that I'm better by my lonely I got demons on me
If I was tell you what I meant I swear you still won't notice
Manipulations turn

Victory or Death

Twista

Twista Presents Legit Ballin'

2011

and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
Soldiers we better take heed and realize
Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
Watch out

mama, son, & H.O.G.G.L.I.F.E
Put on yo' gym shoes
Unfit problems we gone work'em out
My heart been blue
It past away so Ima love yu by mind
Girl it ain no

shit, hello
With the right words, we could spit a flow
Grab a girl by the pussy, whoopsie
Did I, just push the button, Donald? (No)
But in the game, it’s

mention me in yo' beef 'cause I ain't tryna get convicted
Joe praying he touch down like he was tryna get committed
New York ho in town, well she gone

see Divine through flows as deep as mine

Demwuns
I become one with the beat
I’m the one to defeat 
Leaving bums perched up by the front of the seat

all fine (yo' ho fine)
I ain't really have much to say 'cause money been the only thing on my mind (on my mind)
And I ain't really got too much

HASS KE DIKHA



Yeah its quake all the way yeah
Yo 9 lets do this

Hass ke dikha mere ton vach ke dikha
Je tu Nasha soni mere utte chadd ke dikha

finna fly by let's go!
I'm inna droptop like woah!
I'm boutta do a dance wit my ho!
(HmmmmmHuuuu!)
Uh Imma jus prey for him
I really jus prey for him

clouds
Something about our heads blown up by fame
I regret to inform you, you stoking that flame
Our heads are clear, yo, we salary men
Loving this

D.S.G.G.

[Verse 1:]

Excuse me baby let me holla at ya right quick
I see ya sitting by ya self, can I sit
Been watching you since I jumped out the red six

fully it's my duty yo
Big booty ho, on my piano
Vibrato on her saxophone blowin' alto
You call me shallow, cause I flipped the switch
Went from bebop

ass I'll tell you what I need
 If I'm gone write the rhymes then the lyrics gotta bleed
 Bitch nigga, it come from a place snitch nigga
 Yo words

change for the money, he'll change for a ho
Wasn't in the field with me, don't call me yo bro Ain't no love in my heart, now that shit gettin' cold
Bitch,