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Money a Do It

Juicy J

Stay Trippy

2013

Jamaica, with alibis
I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high
Hatin' ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then I'ma let them try
I could kick a door, or I

My Money Gets Jealous

Paul Wall & Chamillionaire

Get Ya Mind Correct

2002

yellas in high heels tryin to get us
We treat them like some cinderellas naw
My money gets jealous
We got tickets is what they tells us 
The bail bonds

Sailing on the waves of Your love
Gently move me closer to Your shore
Looking down at Your footprints in the sand
I am safe, held by Your tender arms

me, give my heart ease
Give my heart ease love, give my heart ease
Put your arms round me, give my heart ease

Write me a letter, send it by mail

One day I believe that we'll be carried away by pretty horses.
And the night will open wide and we'll stretch our arms and float out in her river.

Look in my heart and let
Love keep us together, whatever

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you

I needed the shelter

about guitars

There's A Good Reason Guitars Are Numbered
Rita
That Bloom guy has my heart now by Force
Nice Weather For Guitars
The Heart Where Your

names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or somethin'
By now I'm on my 200 thousand-tenth plane or somethin'
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James

go fly
Let's go get high
Who knows what could be by tonight

Now you want it, now you want it
You know I'm not the same babe
Now you want it, now you

You ain't, you ain't offended by no Uber
Talking reckless cause that gangster shit is everything you're used to now
Now I was thinking we could do it

distracted
Cuz a bad girl walked by
With high heels and a hand bag
What a pleasure
Don't need to get it because I got it
Cold as the Rocky Road my grandfather

The plot thickens 
With a sinking suspicion
Foreshadowing a chase
Based on a crucial confession
Pages fly by
Anticipation grows too high
You're too

himself 
Raptured by real call em KD THE replenisher 
A god in my eyes 
Ima worship till the end of us 

You make me look at things so differently 
No point

Yo, Am I the Gay Rapper Everybody been waiting fo*?
6 inch lovin’ heels Wit’ no heelio
Diplo wanna mutha-luvin’ Dip it low
Tiplo wanna shove it When

evidence 
I'm a fetishist 
Lose my mind over women weightlifting 
Words like bulgy and dense and massive 
Thick muscle calves, pair of heels get light headed

Paris is Fashion Week
Shows pretty models 
on high heels
This mirror of society blinds the character of humanity
The scarface of reality 
is a creeping

his soul 
Ring the bell
No one's home 
He's evil now
Get comfortable!

Not your bud
Not your pal 
A spawn of hate that made it out 
Of his cage by word

to match the walking style and speed of people who by passed by

First came Stewart
A cool looking bro man, doing his signature high stepping strut
I tried

different type seeds
Really to feel it unlimited infinity, bill it to symmetry definitely
We mill wind-mill, breaking dance is real, lil bitch high heel my

Gal I'm feeling you 
I wanna know can ya do these moves in the nude 
With nothing on just ya high heel shoes 
Just like your skin gal your moves so

G. Cormier
I've walked in the rain in the afternoon
with my head held high and singing that tune
'bout you're the only one for me
I've walked by

Slip by, stored in dazzle
Me, my sons, I’ll deem my signs
Down my son boy, stored in faraway
Tune me alarm, in this old line, uh huh
Dope, coke,

you
You should tweet that, get some likes
'Cause that shit could work for everyone else, but not me
You can all kill yourselves by jumping off of my

the corner of the room
Tryna tell me what to do
Baby girl I ain't no fool, plotting but I know your next move
Baby what you tryna prove, high heels fresh