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age the pain I felt
Now I got a couple rings under my belt
Bout to put us back on the map
Putting ten K on everyone's lap
Just make sure you keep that

Yo I'm rich, black the 6, the Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I'm a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoon

Yung Tilla (Yeah)
Skrt Skrt

From the uptown city to the bay 
Moving every night from Miami to LA 
Got yo ex on my lap and I think she wanna play

the volume 
You react like a werewolf in a full moon 
With the force of a trojan horse 
Pushin' forward, have your seat belt fastened 
We blastin' into

Jack and Diane

Drew's Famous

Drew's Famous Pub Hits

2002

of Jacky's car

Suckin' on a chili dog outside the Tastee Freeze
Diane's sittin' on Jacky's lap
He's got his hand between her knees
Jacky say "Hey Diane

Blasphemy
Asking me
Where the hell my angel wings
Blasphemy
Asking me
Why the caged bird always sings

40s when I mack
Couple shorties on my lap
Playing

want knocking on my door (Okay)
When the night time falls, aye
When the night time comes, aye
Summertime's yours, okay, okay
Look
Come grind on my belt

White Trash

Steriogram

Schmack!

2004

Well it's Saturday night
And you know what that means
It's time for laps that's right
Start to rev those machines
You may think we're crazy

NUMBER(N)INE belt
She callin’, call me
Fall in love, she want me
Wrist watch, perfect timin’
Anh muốn được vui anh cần money
Having fun all day ở trong khu vui

on (Love you!)
Now I'm chasin the money, I can finally get the belt
Saw my bank goin up, I never bought that Gucci belt
But I do spend the money
On all my

Raps just cash and the fattest asses 
Lap fed rapid at the masses 
Faster fashion fascist masters
Last ditch effort trash these bastards
I'm mad get

Jack & Dianne

Countdown

Party in a Box: BBQ Party

2002

of Jacky's car

Suckin' on a chili dog outside the Tastee Freeze
Diane's sittin' on Jacky's lap
He's got his hand between her knees
Jacky say "Hey Diane

I'm on my way
Way more than it seems
I'm on a wave
She got sand in her cheeks
Sign this nda you work for me We putting belt to ass
Like my nigga p
He's

the money team but I’m not Floyd mayweather
I just bought me a five piece spent 6 ona belt bucket
Getting mouth don’t excite me show me how u work yo neck

G's on the belt
I told that bitch "I'ma see you in hell"
Sippin' on juice, since I was like 12
I'm up in a Scatpack, runnin' from 12, yeah
Fucking a bad

then the ATK dogs
She love me for my flavor
Treat me like I'm steak sauce
Runnin laps around niggas but to me its just a cake walk
I'm cold enough

my belt
when the worlds collide I put it in my chest pocket
Sip it when it brews, forget whatever set of rules

Back on track
Back on track
I run laps

on the club sipping yak yeah
G class and I pull up with the racks yeah
G class and I pull up with the straps yeah
Bad bitch going wild on my lap yeah
Bad bitch

to drill some
Ridin around tinted all black I'm feeling like a nun
Yeah we sent his ass to God cause his ass tryna run
That Glock stayin by my belt cause

on my belt, flip em and set em to Wumbo
I keep them racks in my mattress, play with my money, I dump bro

She pull up like meep when she need her some

up, I do laps like it's cardio
I slimed you out, I ain't sorry, ho
Slatt, slimy like squid, calamari, ho
I fuck around take yo' baby like Maury, ho (Ho)

had to put the weight on my back
And when we ride around I keep that heat on my lap
I don't trust nobody
It's all fake love
So keep that shit

more
Write more
Breathe less
Pythons moving in da grass and they
Due west
Burlesque dancers on my lap oo
Ima need a pulse check
Floor still light up when

put on my ski and now we running laps
Yeah I'm in that mode pussy nigga get back
Yeah you thinking you the shit
Till they put it in a bag
And I barely