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girls
Get stood up by you lil boys
Who's just insecure
Yeah uh
And your afraid to admit that
Mr. Manipulator
What other games your playing now
That's

Givenchy Bag

Future

Givenchy Bag

2019

ayy
Said she used to the fraud (fraud)
Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Ayy 
She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

The Best of Scarface

2008

Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part

(let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove 
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth

with that stick
Mr. Hop up out the V, we throwing shit like Michael Vick
I done bucked so many poles, I told lil  bro, you ain't getin shit
I done fucked

cell, we call him Mr. Flippa' Pack
Ayy, catch that nigga at the store, that nigga runnin' four-flat
Ayy, cut my phone on airplane mode, I don't wanna

Back by popular demand, Mr. Stay posted up just like the gram
Quick to break the bones, get the hell on, scram
The concrete I fell on, police man

round
The aim gone glide
Pretty lil' thing I bang on the side
She devilish with the angel eye
I was putting in work
I'ma clock out
Kenny Ken with the pen

niggas

[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I might

HER Love

Common

Her Love

2019

of love, no lie
Appreciate you more, as time goes by
When it's truly true, it don't die
I see you in L.A., I see you in NY
I see you in the A, I see you

and I like the beat, I'ma get on that bitch and walk it down
Walk down
Ain't too many words to be said, lil' bitch, you know Im Mr. walk Dat beat down

the tropics 
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya

can find some joy
 
One little angel who was riding a star
Cried as she looked down at the tree
Oh please Mr. Father tree wherever you are
May I give

Suga Baby

Cee Lo Green

Cee Lo Green and His Perfect Imperfections

2002

Hey, say lil' buddy
Come love, good god
With your sugar brown hairs
Girl my [Incomprehensible]
Where you at y'all
With my coolness I roll with my

mortier, l'heure perspective.

Devils wear the raincoats that the angels cotton knit,
Mrs nature threw a blow the people couldn't slip.

Oh my god I thought

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate

Sittin' all alone tonight, look

I ain't sayin' I'm an angel, baby if you can't tell
No, I ain't the take-you-home-to-mama type
And I ain't sayin' he's

Big Bs Up like bumble bee
Opps gone buzz like bumble bees
Mr JFK Big OYG
Diamonds shine from a far you know its me
Just name one nifga on point like

Yea yea yea
OOoooOO
LilV
Cause I'm chefin in this bitch what
Chefin in this bitch what ok
Chefin in this bitch 
LilV

I got the soup 
I got the sauce

I rub it it go squeak (squeak)
She my naughty lil freak (freak)
Overdosing once a week

She my naughty lil freak
She my naughty lil freak
O woah woah

Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6

I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block

angels
And with spirits that he can see
He passes time with the divine
But not so much with me

But I held him when he faltered
When earth and faith

and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard

was grey hoodies
For every nigga, every bitch said I can't or couldn't
Pussy, listen, better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in