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spouse
I'll hit you up like right now
But he don't want smoke so I'm better without
I just jumped inside the crowed
I met him down-town
Put this Glock in

make me cry
I don't know what I did, but I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna find you

I'm ridin', I'm ridin' past yo mama's house
You got me ridin',

been hard
But life goes on, you know?

Look
I don't really know what more to say
But I'mma call Twist

Yo, hey

Hey, Brian's been feeling down, man
You

the blue bag
If you play send yo ass to the gulag, stupid ass

Walk 'em down like we Slendermen, black on black
Glizzy dumping, his momma on jumping jacks
My

don’t call again
I bust all on her face just like collagen
Back in the day used to function with patna nem
We was riding impala man
Came in the game
& you

I'm walkin' 'round with this shotgun and
This bitch bigger than me nigga
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth cause I'll
Pull the trigger like teeth nigga

venalator
Hmm, manipulator
Run shit like a refrigerator
Erase you, chokeslam you too hell, Undertaker
I be coming like a nut on the beat like yo bitch face
I

81 on em
Call me black mamba
You can tell how I’m stuntin’ on em
Crossover dunk on em
12-0 run on em
Hand in the air got me posing like I’m Kobe
Told

Tried to tell him no but I'm no saint
At this point I've lost all my cool
Don't nobody screw it like you
Aye aye aye aye aye aye
I Love when he stop by

really think that I would let you hoe me
You not my friend not my patna not my homie
They don't wana see me make it like a goalie
But be smiling in my face

I'ma tell you three bitch-ass hustlers that I don't like
One of 'em is a bitch-ass nigga who just got a job
And with his first check he gon' score

Hello Good Morning

Diddy

Hello Good Morning [Explicit]

2010

stop, let's rock, let's work
Make you feel good too, now work
Don't stop, I see you, let's work
It's the Dirt Money

Uh, how fly is he?
Your baby

Hello Good Morning

Diddy

Last Train to Paris

2010

stop, let's rock, let's work
Make you feel good too, now work
Don't stop, I see you, let's work
It's the Dirt Money

Uh, how fly is he?
Your baby

Gettin Money

Lil' Keke

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 13

2008

could push you into theaters like magic tho
You don't want beef, you just want raps
I get ya lil' ass smoked like a blunt wrap
C.B.L spray, what da

We flamin' on his Motorola
Go on and stick to yo' studies just like you came from Kota
Go 'head and kill em lil Bobby just squish him like he Boba

don't cost nothing to put a at on it
Now matter what they say u gotta hustle like u mean it
And get yo money pile into a place u never seen it
Supply

Bet you Neno never fear’em
If you know like I know it
Loawd plz don’t let me near’em
Shit get tragic when it’s action
Yea I wouldn’t be him
Hitt’em with

Yeah, Money Mos

Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever

Yo Gotti you ready?

Yeah, I am

L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some

her
Yo’ Granny passed, well you finna’ be just like her
Fuck a bitch to death don’t want no motherfuckin’ white girl
Love these pills to death I come

stepping you know that you ain't hanging wit me

I done sent them lil niggas you know they got power it's like they was sent there by 50

When you step

Hustlin'

Master P

Trapped In Crime

2000

Orleans to the bay 
Yo G man it's everyday 
Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas 
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags 
But we don't' flip flop 
We like

to toe? I don't think so
Bird sales
And knockin' niggas out like Riddick Bowe
You ain't the play
You know the play so don't say shit
Get 'em up and find

gone take it
You see me at the top floor I started in the basement
Stay down on yo grind girl don't worry bout em hating
All them bitches basic, see it

to the ink of my pen
Shut the fuck up cause you tripping again
They like damn 4D why don't you give them a chance
We ain't gone give em' a chance
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