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what they all complain 'bout
Racks in the crib so I call, I want a safe house
I'ma take you shoppin', get the chauffeur, saw raindrops
Spend a few

sipping
One day she making baby bottles, standing in the kitchen
He walked in and saw her skirt and he tried to lift it
She ran straight out the house

House party poppin, fuck it we shootin that bitch up
Enemies is straight bitches and that's why they cliqued up (yeah)
I came up rugged, the game is ugly,

look better by the beach
I know this ain't your first time, baby, yeen gotta lie to me
I might drop a tier list, I'll put you at number three
Most days

Taco Shop

Bun B

Whut It Dew, Vol. 2

2005

drivethru
In an oldsmobile
That shit comes with a chicken
They call it combo meal
You shouldeither shave 
Unless ya order with tha brown lettuce
They line up

trap
House goin' dumb (Uh)
It feel like my heart ain't
Beatin' 'cause that motherfucker numb (Uh)
I dumped my old ho for
No reason, call her friend
Now

Geah
In the muthafuckin house
For the 9 to the 6
Geah
To them bitch-ass niggas
We know your residential spot

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool,

That shit stays near me 
The president is joke
The White House is a circus 
And to be honest
They be killing ppl right on purpose 
It’s call propaganda

I'm all up in her stomach
Here by any measure
Pleasure party baby pretty Ricky
See the track like it's the city
Chassis light so I know you not getting

run it
It comes with a packed crowd
(At least at the house)
So I can say at last I'm on the map now
(I made it)
After I say something deep I'mma
Need

run it
It comes with a packed crowd
(At least at the house)
So I can say at last I'm on the map now
(I made it)
After I say something deep I'mma
Need

you, and you damn right
So how you gon' lie girl, you cant lie

Say you bipolar, baby girl you just too high
Cocaine to your brain every damn night
World

eating candy and sipping Bacardi
I can't fuck a fan she gon sell all my garments
Moved out my mama house I got me some goals
I'm tryna buy me some fucking

touched by Jerry Sandusky
Groupies busty
Vinyl dusty that inspire the lines
Wes, you go to your girl house
I'll go to mine
That’s 87 Eric and Ra
No maybe

do
The reaper comin to your fucking house
The hood reaper favorite snack is a fuckin mouse
Cheese eatin' niggas never make it out the south
Lazy ass

and they all some babes (Talkin' Kim K)
They all wanna stay (Talkin' bad ho)
Cause they call me bae (Oh my)
I'm like shit okay (Oh, bae)
Come here ba-by (K

U Love 2 Hate

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

the hatred
I flipped Townhouse, you still at mom's house basement
Mad, walkin around tellin my friends I ain't shit
Back when, you used to be that nigga who

Can you make me some Bou Lou?
Said come on now, pass the Bacardi
Hit me up with that invite
And imma be last to the party

Whoo!

I don't even think I

(Phew) hey (Phew)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me

Hey where you going
Don't walk away from me
I said where you going
Your gonna disrespect me in my fucking house
I pay the bills here for you and your

burn, baby, burn we don't need no water
Let the mother-fucker burn
And another mothers turn
To turn the other cheek
To learn by yourself and survive by

Now this wanna be brother who thought he was the world's greatest lover
Stopped by my house the other day and caught me with my part time lover
He

People Ever Ask You?

Mac Mall, The Confident One

Young Black Brotha Records: Greatest Hits, Vol. 1

2003

shall let no bitch disturb me 
she juss ain't worthy 
born in the game, forced to get my hands dirty 
an life is like a house party an I'm strapped

F**k
Ima Get The Bag Ima Fill It Up

Hurt By Too Many Ran Out Of Trust 
Baby This A Blessing No This Ain’t Luck
Praying For My Mama Hope She Give It Up