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1st Verse
My girl look like a top model
Make me feel Like I done hit the lotto 
If you had a bad day start over tomorrow 
And ima set examples for my

I have a boss, only one is Pushpa raj
if you want the sandalwood, pay me money, pay me good, gift my mother with a car, some respect will get me far
I

mansion
With dimes and bitches and bags
Just wanna hit up the mall
Don't worry about
The prices you see on the tags
Pullin' up right in the Rarri
Clothes

you know we pullin'
Up with the whole motherfuckin' clique
Pussy boy, why are your hands up?
I'ma hit u with a stick
Keep that 40 cal right
By my side

my car give a tip through window 

There's a girl that i fucked 
Couples times on the low 
Know that girl cuffed for life 
I can't hit it no more

My neck like a sink, this shit waterfall
I pay lil' bro for a hit, all the lil' say he knockin' ya off
All independent, I'm feelin' like dope
It cost

the cake
All by my doley I ain't tryna hate
Ball like im Kobe rocking number 8
I need a rollie bussin through the frame
I'm feeling dossy bitch im off

bitches tell me I’m thirsty 
They say I need some water 
They look inside our mouth
And instantly see we from Florida
Bitch I got pounds
You can hit me
If

prayed for me, matter fact song for me 
 
Poppyyy
They killed my lil cousin poppy, My lil cuzzo was the truth 
I Wish he would’ve hit the booth 
All he

must've smiled too wide
c few guys
They look at me with cruel eyes
See, ol' Jim Crow wasn't long ago
We're still separate and equal wasn't the goal
c hit

Vivid
QuanF8E
Produced By: BassKids
Time: 3:47
iSRC: ISRC-QZ-YNJ-23-00006
(Intro)
Bitch, you know I balls, girl, I'm two nuts
cnd all our pockets

in foreign cars and get to the bag

Hook: Jett9
No time to waste, i want rollies, drive my first lam like I stole it
What bitches need never want it,

Guess I’m by myself
Bitches couldn’t find the help
Now Im turning violent fuck your bitch just like I’m wreck it Ralph
Put her on a shelf
Take her down

missed by a yard
Got more bodies than bracelets got charms
We walk down hop fences and cars
One false move and he gone see the stars
Fixing to be like

Aye
Smoke a cigar in the day by time it get night I'll be fucking a cuban
They keep up with my life like I'm Jesus hard to believe that I'm really

ain't good
Get to know God and I wish you would
Triumph over your struggles,
No need to fumble with my God all by your side
Hit the front door with

Bakin' Soda in Minnesota

Andre Nickatina

Khanthology Cocaine Raps 1992-2005

2006

52 carat blue diamond
Rhymin', interior designin', grindin'
You can shake cheddar like me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your money when you're

Gimme my cash
I yell before we all hit the ground
They shooting back
I heard they shots stop so I quickly crawl to the front
Got to the door to make it's

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

the coffin
Surrounded by robbers and killers
My niggahs gone get ya
You talking get slapped with a 40
I'm really retarded
Don't get shit started
Or you and yo

Um, so that was just kinda my shot at like anybody who feels like oh like
You should-you should've settled by now
Um, I... love... my space
I love my

to steer it away from my thoughts
You'll get smacked by a car in my head right now
Say I'm strong in my will in my head right now
Cuz I'm harder to veer in

Flashy cars the only thing I'm whipping
Started from the bottom
I'ma finish with the riches
Fuck with my niggas
Have my niggas digging ditches
Fuck with my

me, I think ima tell her what's up with me
Man, I stole this nigga car, and that nigga still say what's up to me
So I want what's inside of him, because