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Ain't You

K. Michelle

More Issues Than Vogue

2016

Pour up, tell that waiter bring another drink
Order hundred Jack, we gon' drink it by the bottle
Roll another one, I know you're fiending so I'mma get

beat up
(change the beat up)
Gon' switch the fuckin' beat up

Before you change that beat up
Let em get a La Flame feature
'Bout to pull up in a heater

still on 10, might take that loot
The old folks see me, they like damn, Lil Dooley, you grew
I be like, damn, let me put you down
Oh, I go by Spiffy now

You work hard you play hard thats shit just so true
When you getting paid you can do what the fuck you want to
Go where you want to buy one then buy two

innocent
By the age of 9
Could cite all lyrics to 50 Cent
Moved from niggas 'round me
Deemed violent and ignorant
To equivalent middlemen
Overdue for

nigga got a cape you act like Clark kent
Rode up my street shot his car because he got tint
Money for a bitch boy is you crazy
got about 50 cent diamonds

soft, well I'm about to show 'em
And pay 'em back for every fucking thing that I owe'm
Here's your buck fifty
Here's your 2 cents
Take it to your grave,

a glizzy, this shit holding  50, you know I ain't comin' to fight
The 30 for curry, you know I ain't worried, we leavin' them buried tonight

I show niggas

The time is here
Time to be brave, while others fear
Fear the stars, the moon, and the Holy Ghost
It's what lurks in the dark that scares us

can play with fire grabbing on that iron it's for a reason
If you stand with us there ain't no changing sides it's death by treason
Stacking up

you
Haters wanna fry you
To say they passing by you
Got family in the bayou
Still can't paint the shit like I do
Now they play my shit on iTunes
I'm

Yeah, I might be way too bent, cause that shit make no sense, we count by every cent
We count it off, okay, we let it off, okay, we set it off, okay,

bitch an apartment
She really can't handle me
Off of that Perc' she gon' get to work
She always got hands on me (Hands on me)
All of my shit is too lit
I

they play my shit first
On the Billboard and last on the countdown, like contact on that show
So what's up black, yo, how that sound?
If you down then

rapper shit
I can show you how to track a bin
Doing em dirty you know ima spin
Ian talking bout 50 but I be with many men
Posted in the trenches, fuck

pistols, they still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed

quick
Hit a sweet lick
Not sick Got rich
I didn’t have to try like fifty cent cuz
It’s the PROPHET
If you think you it
Imma put you under
You a fronta’

Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out
Burn Ouuuutt
Burn Out
I turned a ten
To a twenty
To fifty
To Hunnits
To ones
That I throw at you hoeeeesss
I always hit from

Holidae In

Snoop Dogg

What's Up? Hip Hop Greatest Hits, Vol. 1

2005

Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,

And these niggas wanna play with me
Why you gotta do that? Like
You never knew that
Man'a go there and leave em slumped like 2Pac
They wanna see me lose my

Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit

Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse

to cheat you
Get witcha people
I don't believe you letting a stranger lead you
Niggas said time is money, That shit ain't equal
Money made "Money" act funny,

Ayy, yo, BandPlay
(Let the BandPlay)

I don't mean no harm but I been showin' my ass lately (damn)
Large amounts daily (damn), I been goin' crazy

They just ride round
With them drums and shit Slide and hit yo block Outside yo spot
With this lil 50 clip
You gone hear that smack That bitch go blat