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Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That's truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn't all about calling truce
I'm still dishing out verbal abuse

my father side
And you only get a pass if your mom outside
It's still a code that I'm biding by
This might be the reason by god why I'm alive

The soft

foo
Hope they don't try do me
For this forty, I'm so thankful
Hours in the studi
Hit the booth, and Ima crank too
Won't worried bout no booty
I was

just keep my cool
Tell them that I'm fine, knowing well I'm not
Not

I deal with a lot, I've been gone off the pot
Not a day that goes by that I don't

I'm subjected to
Now I got to die with the fact envy is killing you
Blood brothers have now turned into haters
Motivated by party life, women and paper

a sign
She don't gotta worry, cause her son will be fine

Long late nights I was grippin' on my nine
I ain't have shit, but I know I'll be fine
I still

a few days
And i aint write no songs
In the booth i spit the truth
Know i cant right my wrongs
Its like another month went by
I still ain’t get that call

I'm sweat stained only in the booth
I just had to pause cause I know that I'm the truth of a best mane
I'm coming out the blue I'm seeing greater
So

Workin' this shit by the hour, I Want the money and power
Don't wait til I'm gone to give me My flowers
I'm livin' and they  looking sour

The sky

everyday but these problems tend to find me
Coping with the pain got me chilling by my lonely
I put in too much work just to be feeling like it's over
So I

brother
We had to share a mattress
No heat, no lights
Had to keep them candles lit
My daddy left me at 8
In an out my life and shit
Gang bangas dope dealers

Yeahhh yeahhh rockstar rockstar she wanna ball with a star she wanna skrr
Woke up this morning I was flexing I been trying run it up by the bag
I

"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"Scato"
"Yeah"
All my life I had to fight nigga
"Fight nigga"
Pain on my mind but I'm fine nigga "Fine nigga"
Losing my

a brother complaining
Feeling like my prayer is in vain
Screaming to God but I don't see a change
No Motivation
Always motivate my next
With success but I

Yeah, fam, I'm feeling fine
I'm fine, I'm grime
I've been doing this for time
Four hit singles in my rucksack
Yeah, fam, I'm feeling fine

It's all about

Fly
So fly, so high, touching the sky right
I wanna ride
Low ride, slow drive, getting my mind right
I'm boutta slide
She slide, she fine, hoping

Gangsta Party

8Ball

Crunk Hits, Vol. 2

2006

the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

This for them big, thick fine girls,

still missing my brothers
Mothers, I know they're watching from the sky

Had to get in my bag like Cench, I ain't got no time for a talking stage
I told

the love from my brothers is folding
Memories of my mother I'm holding
Memories of my mother I'm holding
Had to go through it all by my lonely
People hitting

at least four to eat
Now that there a double date
Pick a trait
For every pretty face
I played it safe
Only way
Every welcome back got me feeling like Mase

myself through any weather
Weather you decided to be by my side
Or go ahead and hide
Stand right up in my face and tell all kinds of lies
I still had

Ooouuu make love and hit them high notes
Ooouuu we sparkin up in high loads
Ooouuu ooouuu ooouuu
Baby girl got me feeling some kind of way
Everyday by her

is talk, y'all just been capping a lot
Huah
I been trapped up in the booth yea I been rapping a lot
Woah
Tell lil baby pull up I got her clapping a lot

off
Without me
I'm feeling fine
I found myself looking
I found myself looking at the painting that you gave me
Thinking maybe something's still there