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you were the bitch
So I had to do some growing up 
Girl men are trash
Coz you force us to the Dumpster 
I ain't really mad
I've been recycled by

it comes in handy 
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy 
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy 
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X

Pimp Twist

Kottonmouth Kings

Double Dose, Vol. 1: Hidden Stash/Og Dopeumentary

2009

it comes in handy 
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy 
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy 
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X

I'm far away from what I've known
And there's static on the radio
Just a girl in a car on a lonely highway
I've been up and down this winding road

here
Conversating with two women
But girl its you i'm missing how
Could I be too submissive
You the misses all your love
Poisonous like its new edition

should call a doctor
Your girl swung by and I shuttlecocked her
Sorry, I'm not much for badminton
But I must admit she got one bad kitten
Too tight, I

Keep On

Z-Ro

I'm Still Living

2006

reprocussions, when you niggaz press my buttons too hard
Then I become a saint, by bringing you niggaz closer to God
Love nothing and slug something, everytime I

You see the desperate need
Believers run together like the
Legs on a centipede (oh)
Oh yes indeed we fall but we get up Lifted up
By the body that's

aside and just let the love flow through
Not every girls and angel, true, but don't let that fold you
And breakups gonna happen bro but don't let that

by the code
Gems of game yea I study the lessons
Know I’m not gon stop till I’m reaching my goals
I had it packed in the party with thotties on molly

of the town, give that shit up
And you stealin' my sound, nigga, you suck
Serving fiеnds by the pound
(Gas leave you stuck)
Hе tried to ride on my wave and he

seems
I was a Joseph eighth-grader 'cross the street from Tremé
Whilin' out, I bailed when I was just about fifteen
Six-baller feet girl where

a saint, you're a sinner, you should drown yourself in liquor
People got the minds of demons but they walking on Earth
They somehow get some happiness by

This is the soliloquy of Soulja Boy Saint Augustine
(flight attendants please prepare for takeoff)
This shit right here, this shit is about to get

facing 
Girl you get my body aching, Just a thought, I ain't complaining 
Bracing for the round that leaves us or the ground shaking  
Son, I've made

Set It Out

P$C

25 to Life

2005

on nigga keep it G
She got it from her momma
Oh yes she's a nasty freak
Plus she like 'em you like Boomerang's Lasy Eloise
And ya girl swallows till her

Richardson police say they were called to the Apartments for a disturbance
A possible shooting around 7 p.m

But we are learning today that a body was found by

Yup, I'm vibing with you
Go ahead and make your home movie
Girl I'm riding with you
'My Type of Party' still
Bumping in the 60's
Me and Archie Davis

stressing, I'm alive and that's a blessing (bitch i'm living good uh)
Ain't got no time for all that stressing girl, I'm living good (bitch I'm living good)
If

no pull (ain't got no pull)
I can't save you, ho
I did whatever I could (did whatever I could)
Aye girl, chase that bag (chase that bag)
You did

September
She on my Wishlist, man she something to remember, uh
Cold winter night, I just need my baby
Got her on my mind, need her on the daily
Ooo that girl

man, I know you gon' change
Getting money, fuck being cool with lames
Free Tay K, he a Crip, he insane
This ain't this New Orleans, that Saint
And she

Right down Cherry Ave by the cleaners, she got her cherry popped
The cherry colored Honda was the getaway
But hell could wait
Y'all niggas cap like

who stink
They gotta be kidding, rather be poverty stricken
Before you properly listen to genocide, that philosophy’s prison
Inspired by movies to start