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to the gill
You popping them pills? Nigga?
Push that away
You’ve been lead astray, yeah
Right where you lay
These niggas they watching
They plot by the day

now finna knock now we ain't gone stop now

See Me, Do It
How I Move It
Make A Nigga
Wanna Chew It
You A Hater
But We Knew It
I'm That Bitch
Don't

the way I move on the beats
I ain’t got no foot fetish but I come to defeat
Call me QB Rick Pitino cuz I come with the heat
Call me QB ghost buster get

Man, it's a beautiful park by the crib, right, you know, and it's always some giant piles
Of dog shit
One day, I saw the dude that was letting his

a guard on me they rushing (they rushing)
I be out the way but nothing, 'gon take me by surprise I'm clutching
I know, these ducks hungry, and I'm the only

on the team
Shit, fuck it I'll bounce back every time
Tell me we'll be fine, I got too much on my mind
I knew weren't solid boy I could tell by the signs

a gift
But I think I found a queen, she walkin in some ricks
I'll probably never love myself until I get rich
And I'ma do it by myself, I don't need

get hit in yo back like you rick
And these niggas gon talk on the gram
Why the fuck would you talk
Man these niggas be tippin and shit
Like I'm really

don't strut me
Don't seduce me
Don't use me just hit me one time
Your tricking and strolling 
Won't move me, turn that red light off

Said make

here? 
Kush all over my clothes pull up like cool, I ain't tryna sit here. 
Nope. 
I got moves to make, 
I got rules to break. 
And my bitch two got

given to you right now
Ain't no games getting played
You know who this be nigga
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin
Better yet relax, I got this

It's

Quickie

U.S.D.A.

Young Jeezy Presents U.S.D.A.: Cold Summer

2007

gon' sweat her
Rick Flare, I stay jumpin' off the dresser
Betcha ass ain't never felt better
Ain't never met a nigga make ya azz more wetter

I like it

This came out the blue 
She was like lets kick it 
I was lost for words 
Then we on the move by the short we watch the moon 
Near the boardwalk let

the ship
I'm taking all I can get 
Ship Jonny the chips
Pocket 3s when I flip
It be making em sick
Dont give a shit like rick
Dropping hit by hit
Get the bag

sippin' the 40
Now I be mixin' it now I be whippin' it
Whippin' it like Rick n Morty uh
I'm in the lab n I'm cheffin' it
Cheffin' the verse n I'm blessin'

the chance because it don’t happen frequently
Don’t care what I fucking do, move it bitch I’m coming through
I'd be going ape shit, pour another cup of jungle

moving in
I'm telling niggas this a big body whip
You better move yo shit
After i potty shot a nigga
I'm smoking berries don't call me rick
But all these

ever bust or drop
Making moves day by day looking down on my opps
Saying fuck them other guys
Let them hate
Let them talk about you boi
I don't give damn

That we move in the party
That we Slick like Rick
We are thee Lodi Dodi
We don't just do it
We be doing it well
Every step every breath
It be smooth

to be wack then screw it
Rather stay miles passed the bullshit
Playing all that old shit because it's going down tonight
Surround by sound and ice, my e&j

group home bids
Drove pass and it didn't exist
Roll a blunt instead of shed a tear about it
In and outta houses now I move around like a falcon
Cut

run up this shit, I make a lil hit.
I'm thinking about fashion, so I can not miss.
4-million plays on my spotify, bitch. 
I run up a check now I'm

DREAM A MIGHTY DREAM
words and music by Rick Paul

There's wonder that waits to be found
And blessings too many to count
So let's shed our protective

Or I'm just prolly guessing
I think plunger was a slap , if you ain't heard it then it's a dub
It's the Charlie Murphy smack Rick James at the China club