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pushing cause her pussy dry (21) I'm slaughter gang bitch your hair smell like old fries (bitch) In my pocket I got none but them old guys (lil' bitch)
our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, while my man Nino gone
ah hung ova Big money big Big money big casket size Fore mi touch the grave You know me have fi sign Real money real appetite Boy ah kill mi cousin me
joints and dirty shirts Sit around the campfire and talk About the old days We used to waste our money on Brand names and gold chains Yeah, let's do it
mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl It ain't nothin' to me but it's somethin' to you Count money like it's somethin' to do Summer
The Indiana wind Is a melancholy friend It'll blow 'til end 'Til your old bones bend Mmmhmm Honey, do the math There's an awful lot of past And when
Ogbe Sambalitual Iyoooo Omofela Dey here so so so ah Just money on my mind Rollz Flash back to the old time In the streets where we started grinding
know that I faked it And lately I'm getting too drunk at the same old club So I'm livin' my life on a budget, tryna find love But I don't want a lover
guess we gon see Get that money Yeah baby get that money Get that money Yeah baby get that money I'm gettin money you niggas mumble that cheap talk
of a Pittsburgh Steeler, Black nigga, draped in gold with a nine milla, Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail, Love the way these niggas smell, keep
old school on them 22's Why that's with the drop top you know how she do She got that gangsta love, I can't get enough When we hit the club she be
our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes Run they jewels, word is bond, while my man Nino gone
better than this Since I was born it's the same old gees With the same old scheme It's the same old thieves Since independence it's the same old things
thok chaiyo foreign Money talk, Money callin' Yeah! Dami cha drip, I got the wave Mai ho Ocean I see the hate in your face I keep on rollin' Sath ma cha
An Accountant? Let Me Think About It Money Talks My Money’s Shouting The Loudest It’s Just The Same Old Thing Same Old Thing Just The Same Old Thing Ain’t Nothing
opened the wardrobe Pulled out some jeans and a T-shirt that seemed clean Topped it off with a pair of old shoes That were ripped around the seams
to take my chips I want to take you on trips So you can help me get my won Go ahead try it for me here's the story of my money I'm the owner and I do
eyes my sweet I know a single mother who loses Her mind On weekends She pleads with lady luck on scratch Cards with money lent to her By old friends I
I've got a love that comes in colors. I got a voice, comes in screaming. My old clothes they don't fit me now-ow-ow. When I was young, I took
I got these hotties, hotties We getting naughty Yea we drinking Bacardi, Bacardi We getting drowsy These bitches want my money, money So, I pushed
42nd street terminal Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it My religion is reefer Big money and the most Uninhibited freak to sleep with My visions are
up and that's 4life The fast life we want it I wanna drown in money Chel bad mind let's get money We up and that's 4life The fast life we want it I
roam like a phone in the unknown zone And we condone a tone a money hoes and clothes And my record sell like a boat load Fam you couldn't fill my shoes
the money and the hoes Just gimme a couple of o's, drop me off at the sto' And I'm straight, hey shorty I'm straight Hey you can keep the dancers
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