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why I ain't never put my trust in a ho
I found out that lil' bitch got some love for my bro
Finna send him a oop, he can fuck on that hoe
In the mean

show me what love do
I'm a Florida boy so we ridin' in a dunk
I wanna hit it from the back I can't even front
I don't wanna play no more
I just wanna

Wishy washy, these hoes wishy washy
Wishy washy, I can not trust them
Wishy washy, I can not love them
You gotta watch them, these hoes wishy washy

did u come from?)

Like where did u come from
Cuz I came from mah momma
Feelin’ so shlimey, I feel like a Stunna
Fuck the police
Free Young Thug

the same niggas from the start, and I cannot switch up on gang
I call up my shooter he bringing them choppas I swear to god that they gon' bang
VVS on my

helping me
Do this Biggie thing
Man, if JC can get up in here and do his
You know what I'm saying, lil'
Roll call, lil' thing
I know I can get up in here

I be somewhere counting figures
He is not the same off of the gram
That lil boy need a snickers
Fourth and long we don't need no kicker
Love the odds

(I'm not mr. brightside, I don't deserve a spotlight)
(I'm dreaming on a red eye, as reality seems to fly by)
(I miss texting my best friends, but my

that we didn't eat
But I'm still out here living
Im still that lil thug from the East
I'm bout to go shine in the west
She ain't like what she seen
Girl

Faygo thick
Blueberry wit' the grapes
Now my Faygo Crip
3 Beans, a lil' squeeze
Gave her Play-doh dick
I just came from the block
On some J-Lo shit
Find

In the House

Califa Thugs

Califa Thugs

2001

talkin shit ese
Baggy pants creased up
And I kick it with my thugs
If you ain't one of us
Then to you there is no love
Makin the rap
Strappin the gat

fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die

jewels and they dancin'
Skippin' school, won't get caught by Mr. Manny
Jumped in the streets and I start taking chances
Ride with big Glocks and these

nigga gram like a bad bitch (Where are you from?)

I'm a big dog bitch don't lil' sis me (Lil' sis me)
Hoes do bad when they tryna diss me (Hmm)
Tell that

Loyalty & love this shii runs deeper than blood
You know I’m thats real nigga from da hood
I be spreading love, pussy tryna play me 
You left a knife on my

And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart

Afro Angel

Will Smith

Willennium

1999

case 

Would you please be my wife? 

Then like a sign from the sky, the baby cried 

Like an angel sings 

I love y'all more than anything

and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh

Yeah
I got

this pain inside my heart ain't come from enemies
I got no sympathy for niggas can't b mr t
How you gone leave and turn your back like you was sick of me

and Slimies
You know that fuck with tana
In love with the colors and drugs
I'm mixing Tropicana
Excuse me Mr. can't get enough
Smoke keep a extra hammer
Felon,

hop in the booth
When I pour up drink, cuzzo pourin' up goose

And it's real deal, wok
I know you think it's juice
Lil' hoe was a mutt, had to cut

ayo the za by the mailbox she told me to close up the door
She feeling freaky, she wanna top it, love when she litty she suck it so sloppy
She from

on the stove, cause I'm lit now
Told her friends we Netflix and chill, she got a Big Mouth
Sorry Mrs. Kiss and tell you getting kicked out
Pockets full of knots

really thug ya I might take you to my projects
I might give you all my love, all my best sex
I might fuck around and love you on my mama bed
I dig it when