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relax
Let's speak on factz
They ion really love you
Don't support you, say they loyal
Sapiosexual, ik what you thinking
Ain't gotta say nun
trynna get

do I know?
The burden of a man? Determined by his hands
And the pigment that is in them
- It wasn't my invention drok said
"Never let a White man give

on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get

BlackDog/ Whole Lotta Love

Black Dog
Writers: John Paul Jones, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant

Hey hey mama said the way you move

Gonna make you sweat,

have the balls to be standing by police while they stealing stuff
We fuck around
Doin lotta shit but still showing lotta love
Cause it's the city that we

So I Wanna Be Yo Lady , Cant No Other Nigga Play Me 
Fuck Them Bitches Cause They Aint Me 
And I Know They Hate Me 
Say I Gotta Lotta Love 
Gotta Lotta

The money go flip
Pay what you owe
And im collecting that quick
Lotta ice, king shit
Tell by the drums
You know its it
Told yall we would never quit

Why stress? baby take time with it (x5)

Take your time (your time) with our love (our love) I know it ain’t right baby, but it sure ain’t wrong. You

be lame they ass flukey
Keep getting chased by all these groupies
Whole lotta whole lotta red feel like Carti man
Whole lotta whole lotta drugs it's

finna have em looking
The bitch told me she love me
She the reason I'm so crooked
She took that dick in the backseat
And I had her neck crooked
I ain't

the truth and you hate the sound
But we don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck you gotta lotta love

Yeah that's right motherfuckers

Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit

They let a thug in this bitch, ain’t no love in this bitch, she ain’t with you, you better not talk to that ho
Fell in love with a stick, got

gotta tell me she in love
(woah woah)
I can tell by the way she looks at the nigga now
Ain't tryna tell you that I'm blown (woah)
But I got lotta peeps

the feds run devices
Mama my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I

know how to move my feet
Through my teeth I'ma turn lotta words into verbs
You can tell by the way I speak
I need to debate all the love and the hate

Father son and holy ghost
Gimme blessing till I overdose
I got a lotta haters lotta foes
But I'm the nigga that they owe the most
Father son and holy

With the way that they be moving, ain't no choices but to clutch,
And I know I did some things, I know I shouldn't do as much,
Got a whole lotta money

Street Life

Rick Ross

Port of Miami [Clean]

2006

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they

and OJ by the glass
If we make to the spot, ain't no telling what a nigga on, but Ima be up on that ass
If I offer you the Crown, you a ten, you a 5 Star

just tryna focus on myself
(Gotta) Gotta lotta things that I need to clean up
Yeah, but I don't really need no help, I'll do it by myself (yeah)
By

just met her out in broad dayyy By night time she got split
Told her she can't be my Beyoncé That's when she start to trip
Ain't it krazy what all these

to the relish
Lotta times we gone cherish, niggas copy like parrots
Bust down a lotta karats with my name embedded
Shitting on niggas is a habit, ain't no plate

your fantasy
Bored with ya life said u need a spark, bored with the light so you love in the dark
Enchanted by the wine enchanted by the chain, baby gurl