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bleed out
If she can't get away from her nigga (don't you tell tell her)
I tell her, "Sneak out" (don't you dare)
Then I put 'em on molly and Xans, I

nothing 
Keep the glock by my dick in case she think that im fronting 
A young nigga with ambition ima get me some money 
Still a lil horny ass nigga

me dinner
I be making movessss
And that's all y'all need to know
Different breed, I'm the female piccolo
When I tell my boys I want some blood
They be

a Ghost
All that shit from my child took a toll
I be runnin' on time for these hoes
She need time to think and I say, "No"
Tell me that nobody knows
I

me way more den her own nigga she get wetter for me
They be like kobe how dat work
I told em boy i'm just dat nigga but for you no it won't work
He

I Beat You to It (Turn the Party Out)

B2K

Pandemonium! [Bonus Tracks/DVD]

2002

and let's turn this party out

[Lil' Fizz]
Yo, uh
So much sex appeal
Girl, that thang can't be real
Baby, tell me what's the deal
All I want to know

winning 
You could tell that a young nigga winning 

(Verse 1)
Only 24 check how I’m living,
U can’t even tell I just came from prison, boy Fleet of them

Write rhymes and poems just to get known
Superior sargeant, take your whole squadren
Toast mc's, eat em up with margin
Cause I'm smart like einstein, I

Be interupting me like DeeDee in my Lab
(Ha)
Yea Let Em Know
Run Up on a Nigga like I'm Runnin to the Store
If you aint talkin Money then that Nigga

Balenciaga on em today
Just as a reminder that I'm up that never change 

 Tell that boy he basic
He complacent ain't it
He got no drive you hate it
You can

Be Kind

Devendra Banhart

Niño Rojo

2004

many times
Baby be kind
And my eyelids are fine

Don't let your eyes pop out boy
You may drop your black candy apple
From the fright of having your

baby (tour, baby)

I'm hearin' voices in my head, sayin', "Boy give 'em hell"
Gettin' on that yacht we 'bout to sail, and they pray that we fail
They

given day
I switch the swag
And Got em mad at me
Black on black violence need to end
Let's get some ice cream
But I don't see that coming
Play with me
He

like
Top boys, front lines, tell ‘em, run it back
Talent times ten all him
And He’s coming back
He gon’ ask wat you done wit dat, say we runnin’ rap
Tell

Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,

(ayy)
Self-made is my understandin', let's get it understood
Left the hood and came back with a feast, they call me Robin Hood (yeah)
Swear to God I

Rich Folk

Plies

Definition of Real [Bonus Tracks]

2008

my son to be the first one with a wheel, 
I want to send my son to collage and pay it up for four years, 
Let the streets be mad and tell 'em he

me, how worse can I get?

My daughter fault I'm feelin' down
My son cry, I don't want 'em 'round
I ain't dumb, I calm it down, that bitch recordin'

and gold
Straight to the Super Bowl
Young Nola on the field
When I truck him, he get real
Got a whole lot of money
If you talking bout a deal
Let me stunt

way
Them boys is next to die
We make it out
By what we let inside
Better get like me, Yeah
Cause yeah designers cool
But it can't get me in that mood

L'Oreal
Let em go for a dub, get em for the L
I done sold a hundred bags, still got more to sell
This shit is mainey
You pillow talking niggas better get

Or what your friends say in your circle
But the fact that you released it
Tells me two things are for certain
They get paid for trashing people
I get

won

Tell her get from top

Run some plays I keep the Glock

My boy had hit me with the drop

We ain't even spit no shells 

We just had to hit the lock

you a lick
Play wit my money get hit wit that stick
He tried to be cool it went like this
He like
Let me gone put em all in a group chat
I gotta tell em