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yeah deep in your water baby
Cause she Beasty
I made her cum twice she say she trying to 3-peat (oo-oo, who knew)
She was so freaky (freak)
My heart been

we tryna kill Billy
I know a million, so I'm gonna get a fuckin' milli
Do a drop by my nigga in the fuckin' Bentley
Opps outside, they let them slide,

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baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherfucker i'mma bank ya
shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i havta
Dr Dre an Snoop Dogy Dogg are fuckin

Mouthpiece

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do

this/ 
Knockin bitches out the box Like they was on the blocklist / 

In a coupe/ 
Who the fucc is you / 
Bitch it's billy Bleu / 
I ain't acting /
Bitch

I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break
Bricks from the cartel
Stamped with the naked lady
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby
You hear the classic shit

plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon

"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural

to my rendezvous
Peace and solitude, I need peace and solitude
Time flies by when you doing what you wanna do
Years go by when you doin what you wanna do

I fell out the sky like baby Superman to a farm on kansas
Now the world wanna see my story all on camera

That’s Magic
Described by a Hater,
That’s

here it's little weeny
Bout to talk some big shit to make up for my small willy
Ay
I'm the goat call me billy
Yeah you're so silly think that you can

(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this

Bob the Builder wit the ratchet 
But we building his doom
It’s been a year since I bloomed
Busted up outta the cocooon 
Big B’s On em baby
Make a billy

And moving off to Tennessee
To make your albums right
While my heart can’t even find its own beat

And oh
What I would give to hold his hand
But no
Tore my

was fuckin by the way I grabbed her waist
Got so much rubbers but I let them go to waste
She like my glockiana and the way that it taste
Nigga keep you

from this love, you know it's hard to hide
I can't front I miss you with me, want you by my side
Kicked you out (Yeah) but that ain't mean I meant to say

Yo, free Dave 118, free Ray TCM
Free my niggas doing bullets
Free my niggas doing ten
Sipping black pinot made by a
Lady with a missing limb
We

rough tone spills the sanity (sanity)
Albums are mean, how can they be? (can they be?)
Your conspiracy theory's trajectory (woah)
Is aimed at my dick,

I'm the goat my first name billy 
Silly hoe, stay out my business
Business clothes for all my niggas
Niggas hoes and ain't een with it
Baaaby mama

Do or Die

Kid Capri

Soundtrack to the Streets [Clean]

1998

up my Benz, you put up your Beamer 
I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin' with your beaper 
Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your

Monologue shit at the end of the album but...
In the light of all the shit me and my nigga done been through past in a couple of...
Man like I feel it's

you smiling like that
When you're little crib did not Have a roof
Hoe this a new sound
My album a classic
Watch me get a plaque
Just from telling

Billy Jean
Cuz i'm having a wonderful time
And i'm hoping you stay by my side
Cuz i'm not one for games or for lies
I'm not adam ain't trusting no slimes

all by, my licks rescission
They say it would get lonely at the top, my legs got hella room
They say they ready for the album, bitch, this wait is