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water
(Whole lotta shit, whole lotta shit, whoa)
I'd take all your cash, now you stuck with the copper
(Big racks, yeah, yeah)
I'd take all your pride,

by Satan
Then your face was stepped on and
Shaved with the weapons of Jason
Left in the rain til the leprosy sank in
Left to be eaten by featherless

Hoping you'll hear me and come on down
It's a whole lotta hands reaching out,for yours right now
And a whole lotta prayers being prayed right now
Think

Go as far as we go
In the function sippin' on that clicquote
Money on the re-load
Get it so we see a lotta zeroes
Pour out the rose, then pop

I Can't Live Without My Radio

LL Cool J

Music from the Mound

2007

on the right, standing on the eject
Wearin' light blue Pumas, a whole lotta gold
And jams like these keep me in control
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you

up
My lil DC shawty a figure 8
All of these bans gon scan then assimilate
Copy the work then I print it off
Whole lotta racks by my 'sace draws
I needa

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Let's get it

Pop that trunk, I got 4-15s, bitch, you hear me beat
Pop that trunk, I got AR-15s,

my e.t.s we vibin'
I am what i eat like Kirby
Rivers of lean in dreams, I'm faucet
Whole Lotta Red, whole lotta Fanta
Whole lotta Sprite, whole lotta

to do
You've got to live your life

Lotta people be thinkin', but I'm just a sayer
Artists can't perform the Super Bowl, but it's okay for

them heads (bust them heads)
Niggas be scared, we leavin' the lead (leave the lead)
Whole lotta shells on they scene (on they scene)
Give a fuck 'bout

I'm just trynna live life
Some of my brothers lost they soul
Wish they could live twice
Nina by my side
Cause these day's they don't fist fight
I

Street Kings

Yfn Lucci

Street Kings

count a lot of it 
Started from the bottom
Now we count a lot of it
Whole lotta dollars yeah
Ay ay yeah
Started from naw
Still gettin' the lotto

pay, you gotta lotta shit to say
I want the mansion by the lake, want no confrontation with the fake
Rock bottom lookin' up, I'ma get there, I pray, yeah

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

got a whole lotta money 
Yeah, I got a whole lotta bands
Yeah, I got a whole lotta money and bands, got no friends tho
Yeah, I call em shots your whole

Whole lotta Ls like Charlotte back in 2012
Battling my demons and every-time I feel I prevail
I'm just reminded that self improvement a boundless affair

Six hundred
Bands I'm a
Dead gunner
Get the fuck out my way
Damn, lotta
Pain, lotta
Clout fuck that
Bitch I've gone insane

Hoe, don't talk, don't

grown up now and upgraded
And graduated to better drugs and updated
But I still got a lotta growing up to do
I still got a whole lotta throwing up

Drug Ballad

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

grown up now and upgraded
And graduated to better drugs and updated
But I still got a lotta growing up to do
I still got a whole lotta throwing up

diamond my wife 
Rather be endorsed by nike 
That's what i like 
If you against me, take a hike 
On the sky, like a kite 
Whole lotta codeine in the sprite

I Look around the room
And see a whole lotta
Power
Look yourself in the mirror
What you see
Power
What you think
Power
What you speak
Power
We gone

you my  bro I ain't feeling it
You said that im broke boy you trippin
I aint finna waste no time nigga
Whole lotta money whole lotta gang shit
(That

switched but I swear it's not pressure
I'm in my bag I'm in my bag
No you can't stop me from getting racks
Got a whole lotta cash a whole lotta cash
If you

panic, I am not stranded
Just a whole lotta smoke coming from my hammock
Big ass blunt, god damn that shit gigantic
Weed good, food good, all that shit