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I can tell 
by ur eyes
What i'll say
No surprise

What i did
Keep it real
So u know girl
How i feel

I get excited everytime u come my way
(when u

it from tae 
Ben Affleck mr murdock 
Yeah i heard yall 
But im blind to the shit that u say


I dont need her 
I dont even fuck with people 
Smokin’

I come in with the soul
Yeah, she want it all night (all night)
Nothing less than a hundred will suffice
Jamaican rum, make me hum, put it on ice (on

RIP ciyanna for you ima blow too
Mention lil demon the bro's gone come  toast you
Rip miles this song I wrote you


(0:57-1:12)
Wont let a nigga take me

’ll end up on TV screaming “Mama, save me
Mr. Backlash done slayed me”
It’ll be a closed casket for mama’s lil baby
But hold up my bad, I‘m here with

Brown the fuck out the pretty little face 
While shes singing Lil Dicky
I crumple up a three for fifty, the gritty little nitty waltzing through the city

Driving up the highway 
Listen to you talk cuz i dont wanna miss a thing
Found pictures of lil miss thang
Now you wanna mrs up on my name
Now you

this
Lyrical verses from the... right ones.
I just begun, i ma flip em one by one. 
This is song. I am the only one! 
 Time to get groovy,
Whats up world

bitches
Get 44 stitches if you fucking with my Mrs
You know time is money keep my riches in this wristwatch
Kick off rolling through the green I'm a big

me keep on callin me
get me in trouble..

she so cute yu nut quic wen yu face2face so i turn
her from the bac & grab her by da waist [turn around]
dic

Sheesh, I guess I'm back
Brought some guns with me
From tourin' in Iraq
Baghdad, trash bag, my money in Glad bags
I am Mr mosely, your bitch on my

Stop telling dem lies
I’m young nigga only fw dem dimes 
She tryna fuck she digging my vibiz 
I’m keep running up money 
She seeing hella green I

bitch ain't celibate I
Fucked her in your room
Sweep these lil' nigga up
Dust pan wit' the broom
MK's and we burn one of
Your hot nigga like soup
Two door

expected of me
Paying homage to those that shaped me as a whole
You could say there was flags thrown cuz it had me in a hold
Grabbed me by the soul
When I

Young nigga I used to go & skip school & ride with the tool
30 chains on, Mr T, I pity the fool
And I'm keeping it cool, bad bitch sitting by

写首蝶与花的歌Maybe someday
My Lil mamacita
回眸撩起你的秀发
你的秀发划过我眼眉
Cut it out Drop the 4 3 2 1
Wow oh
能遇见你我变贝多芬
弹首钢琴曲来让你评分
你就是我的邱淑贞
能不能留下你的吻
Always by u side
And i wanne be

They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick

[E.S.G.]
Needing bout a hundred

the hood bitch
They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick

[E.S.G.]
Needing bout a hundred

Trouble Man

Sho

Trouble Man

1993

time to vote
And if I did Mr.President wouldn't understand
Life in the ghetto
I'm the trouble man

(Willie D)
What ya know about the trouble man

shit coming a mile away 
straight to the point 
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting 
if u lil boys even gotta say 
stick to my ground i dont gotta

South's on My Mind

Crooked Lettaz

Grey Skies

1999

done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces 
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen

Ya, lil Ed, huh, April fool, boy

Gettin deported
Just Got recorded
Call up my lawyer
Given me tuff time
Now in the news
By popartcy
They on my back

Fives what I brought
Got the nines in the back
Snortin lines off her back
Whomst Gang bitch, your shit whack
Got your bitch under the tree
Bet she will

All dem deh, weh all dem deh did deh
Mr. Wacky, Bogle him set them trend deh yeah!
A dancing legend living in heaven
Til I see you again, me have it say