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the Pastor fucken stopped me/ rude muckafucka see if I give offering/ can’t stomach my music/ I don’t know why I just talk about nuisance/ bullshit n what

over seas
No one on the corner got supports like mine
Don't know when my album drop but there already in line
They go

FRAN CIS CO (ooh)
I thought i told

ruthless
Smack off them goose lips
Loosen the noose
I'm loosely coon gooning
Tilting to the beat cause my neck on swivel
Player number one has reached

trapping in bikinis on IG at Rubi Rose shit
Walked inside the club, I told her, you ain't leaving, who you road wit
Bitch, I fucked them up, was getting

fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might

[Angie Martinez] Oh!

[Sacario]
I don't think y'all ready [Angie Martinez Laughing]
It's what the world's been waitin for, live big, car keys

intentions, I ain't surrounded by friends 
See the money that I make will never come to an end
I gave the club bout 5 songs and told the DJ to spin

It's

said that I'm a rapper, she said that is a blunder
I said "what is you saying?", I asked why she was hating
You a old ass woman in my face who

Dash, talk about how I thought my noboo line would go good with a Drakes style but I didn't have his phone number to colab. Later talk about the irony

a bad song, y'all childish we ain't playin round
Like Atari , couldn't switch my environment, I can now
For the right reasons, put my heart in this shit,

awaited second album numbers shooting up the roof
Skhanda God mar ungenzani
Skhanda God mar' ungenzani
We ain't see this shit coming,
Got your girl giving

side
First time I saw her having visions of how good she ride
I had to approach that bitch I mean baby was stupid fine
Can I get your number can go we go

Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me

Yeah, this album is dedicated

With all them bitches with the big ol butts
Shaking that ass for lames in the turnt down clubs
If you ain't 21 I'll get you a ciroc just watch out for

body
You niggas little kids
Little Fizz
Lil rapper
Lil bitch
Questioning my penmanship
Y'all niggas is ignorant
Y'all niggas is mental bitch
Y'all niggas

Blow It Out

Brad Baker

Tribute to Ludacris [Tribute Sounds]

2005

eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers

of the herd like sheep
Why you niggas sleep
Work on my craft and that’s daily
Go to a show and they pay me
No modern day slavery
I’m in the zone like a safety

you rethinking your talent by time I'm done

Ice keep the whiskey as cold as my heart supposed to be
I only keep room at the table for people close

ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums

of the team?
Because I highly doubt it
Every man's got his limits
So we booked the venue out 
And now it's looking pretty overcrowded 
Surrounded, by lady Mona

News just in, another number 1
Ask the club for 20 bottles
And a couple blunts
Hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come
I'm a motherfuckin lucky

you everythin' that I had
I think it's probably one the best albums I wrote, in fact
I remember writin' to it, thinkin' y'all would love how I rap
But

to offer
Pop out to the club or something
Met shorty with her friends and left with all they numbers
She mad I'm with my brothers,
I keep a tech because I'm

Swear

Beau Dozier

The Original

2003

I'm movin on movin up movin out
 Sit and think about why you losin out
 Missed ya chance to experience real romance
 Now I'm workin the club while