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[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew

PART I - INTRO

[Instrumental]

PART II - SETTING SUN

She is all I ever wanted
She could make me lie
I don't think she's dead or anything, but I

the beststroke
That's why that kitty gon get soaked
Tell her its sticky, don't let go
Please baby, please
She'll always let you go
Lately you been looking more

my
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Don't do that, gotta cash on me

Yeah, I blew that, yea they counting on me
Yeah, I know that, rick Owens my fit
I suit up, new

to know

Why the fuck she keep playing with me
Ima face the blunt all by myself I don't need help please
Ima drink the bottle by myself I might need help

focused now i just gotta execute the Mission 

I know I know Deep down a n**** hurting but i don't let it show
I know I know Deep down a n**** hurting but i

let her
I'm like, how you gon' step on a stepper?
Yeah, bro on the block with Bereta
Cold as fuck, said he need him a sweater
Nah, I'm finna go get

tasted good
Paid two bucks at the door
And tried to look as old as we could
She was up by the stage
When I saw her standing there
Short white dress, blue

investments into rentals
Can't get the sack if you don't got the fundamentals
They hate the fact I'm spittin' facts on instrumentals
It ain't an option gotta

on
Dont want be the one that got shit on
Shawty telling me she want some rick owens
So you know ima cop her sum rick owens
Steezo cold with the flow im so

costs me nothing
Hoes like Krispy Kreme
They come by the dozen
Put a buck into her
They know I'm buzzing
Feeling like money
I'm stacking a hundred
This

We Hustle

Juvenile

I Got That Work [Clean]

2000

Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up

whip, bitch, it's newer than yours
Off on that backboard, yeah
That's how I score it
You know that bringin' my Glizzy on buck
I hit her so good, she gave

It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh

Don't care what they talking bout
Bitch I got racks up in my account
Got a super bad bitch with her thighs out
She gone slop top until she dry

Don't care what they talking bout
Bitch I got racks up in my account
Got a super bad bitch with her thighs out
She gone slop top until she dry

The reason
For livin
Should I do it mellow
Or go hard on a instrumental
Tear the beat up
Like I don't know how to rhyme gentle
Be easy
We tryin to put out this

to keep her spirits up
Yeah, she don't sweat
She sours and melts like ice cream in the sun
She'll be out of a job at the end of this three week run

We're

tell you that, whatever you do, bitch, just don't pillowtalk
Lamb pass by
Kids like look
Hopped out all white, Ion't like her, cuh
If I personally

Told her, "Don't wait for me", your time is up
better save it please, I just ran up me a eighty piece (ayy)
She on her knees suckin' dick like she

gasping
So he move on to a new song
But do any songs last forever
Lani tell me you know better
Can't let a bitch dictate the weather
Walk out from under

while I'm at the stu just sitting impatient
But I can't get hurt by her no mo my heart too damn vacant
N she's too stone cold I don't want her love I'll

I asked her who she wanted to be , she looked back and she said
RICK OWENS

She asked me who i wanted to be , i looked back and i said
RICK OWENS

Givenchy

Young Thug

Rich Gang: Tha Four

2014

you cry for your nigga, baby?
Ayy (ayy), baby girl, what you know, what you know 'bout that?
What you know 'bout that? You don't know nothin' (uh-uh)