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I'm loving the way that my music get them in they feels
It's how I know this shit real Love songs, I can't change that appeal
Less you really piss me

to know you can't prove shit
I was taught to know these hoes so bougie
I was taught to know these hoes ain't shit
Now I walk around like I'm Boosie (Ha)

Cash Money Is an Army

Cash Money Millionaires

Platinum Hits: Official Cash Money Instrumental Album

2001

to be rich
Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit
droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
backed up by

Things get heated, I turn to Jimmy and I clutch it
Need you by my side, is you down to ride, is you gone be (my ride or die)
Even when we fight, I can't

and it get violent
Yeahh this one for my brothers in a can ohhh
I'll be stepping by myself no place I can't go
Shout out to the north where my heart

should expect from a snake
So many similes, but that's the type of shit you embrace
Yo' manager even say I'm better, rub that shit in yo' face
I got rat

got the drip when she suck this dick
D R A C O when I up my shit
Need me a safe that can hold me a mill
Fuck need a safe that can hold me a trill
If it

chronic know they’ll never understand
I saved myself from shit that toxic and I never pop no xan, oh
Shout to Sonny, hold it down, you know that you elite

Lil ass nigga, make y'all feel me on this one
So much shit in this life that you could accomplish
If you just put yo mind to it
You can get that

grill, give a lil bitch cold chills
I don't really give a shit about a hoe still
But I will let her ride like a four wheel
'Cause she do eat a dick like

Bitches offended by my sex appeal
I'm not a snack, nigga I am a meal
I'm from the H nigga I am so trill, ah

seconds
Tell them boys to try pursue me
Comin' back like Lil Boosie
I'm workin' at the game like it my duty
TV motherfuckers don't know what they doin'

as the lawn
Yeah

God knows I've been praying for this shit (God knows I've been praying for this shit)
For days I've been grinding for this shit (For days I've

know what the right hand do 
If you get caught by yourself then who’s gone snitch on you 
You see I heeded that, never let lil bro know where my weed was

(Paula, what the fuck is this?)
Trill shit
Bro you know what's happening
You niggas got too boring so I had to come right back again
I'm the type

fake they wanna squeal
That shit get em peeled the dogs hungry need a meal
Like my barber keep it trill and if it's for real then all the fake will

I Miss You

LeToya Luckett

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

if that shit was to hit me again
I'd have to bring you with me again
It done been a lot of stuff I found myself in
And you stuck by a nigga like my

to 'em) keep my royalties to myself
I just mind my business
I just love to be by myself
Proud of how I'm livin'
Put some racks up for my son
'cause he gon'

chase no hoes get the bag and they books, racks
My lil' partner doin' some time by the time he released all oops get shook, pussy
You want some money

She a thot, so what? (So what?)
Niggas still gon' fuck her (yup)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'm still gon' fuck her, ha

She a thot,

Trill
Pour'd a 4 up in my cup
Yo bitch wanna fuck can't you tell the way she look
Uhhh im a muthufucken boss
Can't you tell by the way i floss
I be

product
Watched a couple niggas die over that product, I got high and I forgot it
Magnum on me, Lil had the Charger, nigga we dodged it
Malik was all

stone ya
She don't know my real name she call me Coach Tev
"Coach Tev can u rub me down with both hands?"
Shit I wiped that ho down think Lil Boosie would

the jacuzzi while smoking on a lucy 
Told that bitch wipe me down i’m feeling like lil boosie 
A hundred rounds hope I never have to use them 
Fuck you clowns