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girl it's hard to
I would never ever leave you, girl I got you
I won't let go
And I ain't with none of that "remember me" shit, from who lost you
Girl

just gonna switch up like that 
Damn all this time I should've known that you was a rat 
Talking brother from another mother why you gotta be so whack

wan't pick up my call
I don't trust no man
And naw you ain't my fam
I got my choppa beside me and it don't fuckin jam
And we just tryna be fathers
Raise

a shout from my soul to save it. Thank god I never let it go, cause if I went down that road I know i wouldnt have made it. (home) cll praises to god's

Yes yeah

Everybody knows I want more (more)
Thanks but it's not enough
VVS on the ice box, I came alone of low (low)
So many whores nigga I gotta

as the charge
Stop begging for acknowledgement
What happen to the game?
I guess, I gotta just accept
It'll never be the same
But if you try me come correct
Known

Considerate,
And Create Space,
I gotta Let My Love Go,
It's Gon Be Hard Oh No,
I'm Deep Inside Ain't Shallow

Hey, You Know I Love You Girl,
My Love For Only You

a Polite Name For Ghetto as in Black Ghetto. Those of Us That Don't Live in the Ghetto are brought here usually by Television and usually when there are only

no,
But they don’t know the shit I go through on my own,
Shit just keeps me humble I won’t lose my soul

I’ve got a plan with these scales,
Working so

selling out, so I ain’t looking for your buy in
Raised covered by walls so I covered ‘em in writing
For carving my own path I’m made to feel like a tyrant
I

Born In The U.S.A.

Chief Kooffreh

Top Songs

2008

of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A., I was born

She ghetto with some thick thighs
She only fuck with real guys
I flew her to the bayside to show her what I live like when I'm not home
Her first time

Rushed off the plane
Couldn't wait to get home
Hit the studio
I've been hearing this song
Playing in my head
I don't know what it is
Must be

remember when
I remember when
I put in overtime and overcame sin
Aye look
Some things you just gotta get off your chest sometimes man
I had to let that go

I said ian tryna slide if the chop aint,
See niggas tryna run from the glock so i gotta spank
We cook the beef inna pot but this aint no frank,
Put

L-S
If you just got paid
Then can I get a hell yes
Homegirl said she'll ride or die
For that bread she ain't gotta lie
All day we be up and at it

either
Someone tell my mama I ain't coming home for Easter
Lemme paint the picture, Mona Lisa
Never going back to old girl, who needs her
Oh boy, ole boys

on the floor
They ain't ever seen a girl look that good before
Gotta tell 'em you mine before you walk in the door
Come on baby don't act so cold wit me
Cause I

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
So many times
So many times I can't find my place
Feel like I'm blind
Give me a sign and I'll steal home base

I pop out, it ain't no one I see
I done seen niggas ditch, they get hit and they switch
Gotta judge everything that they seen
Yeah, I sing and I

know the rules and they know not to diss
Look, huh, shooter with me and he know not to miss (baow)
It ain't no rules when they go in the whip
I got it

missin me
Poppin shit
Making history 
Capo on the beat
On go its a three peat
Trappin
Stack that paper packin
Try to set me
Tell the gang im lackin
Ima

on an island and that shit is remote
Better than most
Don't mean to boast dripping head to my toes
This life a race and it ain't even close
Watch for the snakes

supposed to be
Then they go and fold on me
Sad to say my brother is the only one opposing me
Issa shame
Cause too many fall victim to this game
Like you