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mill', go tell lil' birdie (brr)
Niggas ain't ballin', go put up your jersey
I'm in the Maybach, it came with the curtains (big body)
You bought

money
I can trip low i even met your nigga Spook G
Forget your head
Ride and come halla at ya big homie
Pretty Tony in the lifestyle play
Lil Leelee doves

I Wanna Love You [Remix (Edited)]

Snoop Dogg

Konvicted

2006

Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by your coattail
Take you to the motel, ho sale
Don't tell, won't tell
Baby say, "I don't talk Dogg"
Then she

and Juicy who pay me

Well it's ya boy grandaddy call me Mr. Man
Fuckin' ya aunties ya nieces and ya mammies
See I could give a fuck about ya tossin' all

Hands up, hands up

Uh, pass that weed to a real nigga
Your girl is my biggest fan, windmill nigga
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, where my skateboard?
I jack

I Am Not My Hair

India.Arie

Testimony, Vol. 1: Life & Relationship

2006

Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does

a.k.a mr.enron
u already kno dirty money,clean money, its just money nah'm sayin
bitch
young money,cash money,old money whatever man
its ya boy man
i talk

me hit it in my VLONE
One-fifty units, I just need to get a big loan
Cards like it's real estate, nigga, back it down
Soon as that chopper bang,

said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (huh)
Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes

Fuck you mean? My life real GTA
And I need a payment in ETH
Right now

opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'

Come here lil' baby, let me talk to you
I see that you in your bag, let me walk with you
Put my P shit in the past, shit gon' stop with you
Get in

No Pain

Lords of the Underground

Keepers of the Funk

1994

the man talks like the man
You can be a man but not Mr Funkyman
Cause a lot of people say Mr Funkyman is not human
Call me what you want I keep your system

"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about

Ayy, yeah, in her feels
Bitch, my bread hurt, I just bought a crib in the Hills
Lil' shawty sucked me up, she in her feels
I'm a kickstand off

Who's Ya Daddy

Juvenile

Reality Check

2006

the clothes drop
Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop
Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop

She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race

and raised by Nas
Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns
I found my own lane meet Mr Folarin

killer in disguise, I can't feel a thing off the Percs

I can't feel, tryna figure out if this shit is real
I can't feel, tryna figure out if this shit

listen
I want you to be my Mrs
If you down for real shit pimpin'
I'm gon be the one you chill with
You the girl that they told me not to talk to
Imma

girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all

fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man

And you know I don't play around in this bih
I put a lil bust down on my chick
It's Mr. Float Around in this bih
All that callin you doing don't make no

Fine combs made of jade
To ornament and weave it

I lived a life of pleasant sorrows
Until the real deal came
Broke me like a twig in a winter gale

Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does

a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
But I rather his