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through a lot 
And that's including money (Cash)

Lot of these bitches 
Thinkin they can't trust me 

Bitch you's Married 
And still tried to fuck me (Wow

get wild
She a up it
Make that thang bow
Cant fuck witchu
If you moving foul
All that goofy shit
Not trynna get the gang lock down
Moving right by

myself I got a lot of leg 
I said im stepping by myself I got a lot of leg 
Bitch stop thinkin you is not raw 
Seen that bitch I hit im I see red just like

Baby Got Back

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Thing a Week One

2006

your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin 'bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You aint it miss thing
Give me

my shit for the fame nah
You a clown for it
I'm a king on my throne

I'm not going down for it
Now you bow for me
And your bitch wanna bounce on me
She

sitting mad and you thinkin bout what was (damn)
Should of let you go a while back when you was fucking up (i should’ve)
You was sneaking with these niggas

might just leave em in aw
But give a phucc bout what they thinkin
This is your life huuh
Party til dawn daily, sippin King Cobra crazy
Getting hit by six

I was thinking bout this lately
to call you by names
and I don’t wanna disrespect
but life is now and nothing less
I guess more options are on chests

Loud

Tech N9ne

The Gates Mixed Plate

2010

motherfucker shouldn't hella from the say now
Gotta middle finger for yall scratch that I ain't even thinkin' of ya'll Pass that
So pass the gat to the back

the bruise
You braggin’ bout the bag you ain’t havin’, we knew it, you’s a douche
Go give me the mic and give me the tool plus a little push, everything I need

the board
I ain't Nick Cannon but wild 'n
Out with that wild style
These bitches tryna pet the dog
But I ain't Bow Wow
If you ain't say what's up before
Then

France
Uh, shake that ass, shake that ass
Ladies in Montreal, Fam de la France

Wow, lovin' yo' energy, I'm lovin' your style
Uh, bow-wow

I heard that you've been talkin bout me
Tell me somethin
Am I all that you imagined
Cameras flashin
Can't capture you in a picture
Why you hiding

the music on Soundcloud
Hidden figures coming out now
Don't hit me 'bout money you niggas is lame, wow
I just had some lo mein had to chow down
I been feelin'

Shawty what you drank?

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all

around
If she pretty we gone
Mmm bow-chicca-wow
Ain't no hard feelings
On the cool to keep it real
I just be chilling on the move
Making plays like

(Cap)
And yes I am your father
(Really that's your best line
Come on Darth Vader I guess it's my time)
Who you?

Yeah yeah 
Yo we bout switch it up
Switch

(yeah)
Thinkin' small, bitch, I think a lot
How you think I plot? Ready to die
No biggie, sawed off notorious shot (boom)
Ain't easy, I'm ruthless
Get his

bout’ what gun they toat
Or what block they chosen, or bout’ them pictures they postin’
(Yea Haha)

I’m with the facts, You aint een know this (notice)

gon switch all of us starters like what is a bench
Not worried bout haters you don't exist

I took plenty losses but I ain't gon quit
I'm working all

Loud

Tech N9ne

The Gates Mixed Plate

2010

yall scratch that I ain't even thinkin' of ya'll Pass that
So pass the gat to the back
Where I'm sitting now with the kitty cat I'mma laugh when I'm

got an option
Got a pole on the gram, but it ain't really bout shit
I'm switching seats up in the car, as soon as I park it
You need that?
Hit up "such

the game with a new version,
Knees ain't a thang to a new virgin
Easing the pain, I'm the Persian rugs with a stain (damn)
Too personal so begin to bow

if I should cry or should I shout
Now what the fuck are all y'all niggas thinking bout
Just another watch to catch the clout
Man, you ain't bout it