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about nothing, I ain't got no time
Got that dinero on my mind
Ooh, I got real problems just like you (bitch!)
Tell that bitch, "I don't like you" (I
seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for
not.
I bought 'em for 99 cents apiece
You, You did?
I know where you can get 'em.
Here we go
For 99 cents
We're on
You got a better deal than I
an issue
Go to the club with your boys, baby, I
Never wanted you to stay too long
Just wanted you to show me off
So won't you say my name, say my name?
nigga please
My goons got guns on deck put yo picture on t
Now say cheese, and you can die or live off of Iv's
Now let me get that hand clap
Yah,
You'll be an angel by and by
Won't be a long time 'round this place
So get a look at my funny face
Can't she rock 'em, can't she rock 'em
Can't she
only get one chance to prove it
Drop that ass to the floor, now wiggle and move it
I can tell how you feelin' my music
This year is a Ying Yang, Juvie
the sea
Where milky babies seem to be
Molded, flowing revelry
With the one that set them free
Tell all the people that you see
It's just me
Follow me
somebody, swing it til' that nigga dead
Chingy make a chicken-head, and tell that chicken give me head
You can tie tonight dawg
Get em', peel em' roll
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
Tell your mom to get the cops 'cause y'all gon' need 'em
When you see them bullets that my Glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em
See this for all my niggas in
And I hurry home,
Don't want her to be alone, coz
I likes 'em fat like that.
Tell me why do you like them
More bounce to the ounce
Say why do
venoms
Yeah Pac, fuck that, still hittin' 'em up
With that old deadly shit
Ayo, Treach where you at?
Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness
know (in the whole world you know)
There's a million boys and girls
Who are young, gifted and black
And that's a fact
You are young, gifted
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch it while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight
Ooh, boy, you looking like you
nirvana, but don't wanna die yet
Wanna feel that na na though, could you come by?
Fuck with me after my shift
You know them boys wanna see me broke down
A little bit like the boy who cried wolf yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers
A rattlesnake's right
don't know about (hey)
Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that
Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back (oh)
Would you
on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's
where that leaves you, oh, but I know where I stand
And you ain't woman enough to take my man
Women like you they're a dime a dozen, you can buy 'em
of the beast
Can you please pray for me?
Get God on the phone
Said it won't be long
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
My hood going brazy
Where did we go
to
Where were you last night
Boy listen up when I'm talking to you
It's the same old you
Another lonely night
With that same old whiskey morning
It's
fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it
Tell 'em I do this
They boy alley oop
name, and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
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