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Gotta whole lotta cash I won’t change up , nigga gone try to copy they ain’t Us , gotta hoe trynna top me she anxious, got these wings by my side I’m

I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin

no sauce
Lately I been feeling like I never took a loss
I cut some people off
Claiming they gon' be there ridin' with me 'til the end
Now I'm by my

Yeah
UmmmmHmmmm
Haaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaa
Rise up
Rise up rise up you can keep running by the lips
And my niggas going ride up
4 or 5 niggas with da

out in Valentino, cover don't blow
I count a couple C-notes, keep them with a couple kilos
My baby mama calling asking bout a fucking deagle
I kept it

got a view
VIP in the club
Don't give a fuck in the club they kno dat I got a crew
Gotta go hard in the game like I got a flew
Don't give a fuck bout

get realer
(UH)
Come take my picture
(UH, UH)
Ain't got no relations to Sam Cooke
But I was born by dat river
I'm prayed up everywhere dat I go
I'm

Rap game weak ran up on em wit the tech 9
Laid em down for everything and now this shyt is all mine
Say you bout dat gangsta pussy nigga when I know you

round of applause a nigga Clap you bout dat beef / I ain't worried bout you niggas I'm on some go and get sum cheese shit / (hookx2)


Verse: he got dat

fuck em we up nigga I'm gotta eat
Lotta gas comin in by da fleet
Dese bags ain't come wit receipts
I jus might be a gas man
Trunk full of dat work I'm

Ain't Sayin' Nothin' [Remix]

Fat Joe

Lil Wayne & Friends, Vol. 4

2008

You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin', 
You ain't

The 'Torchum' Never Stops

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

a window-hole
A hunnit yards away
Is all dey ever gets t'know
'bouts de reg'luh life in de day

An' it stink so bad, de stones been chokin'
'n weepin' greenish

the gars and let's roll up
I'm 'bout to hit Julio and get the blazes from soda
I got Geezy waiting on VL, we 'bout to bang up this Yola

Where dat Melph at?

dat yeh
We getting so much hating cus of our love
We don't really care bout dat now
We just
Keep on fighting girl
We don't really give a fuck bout dem

drugs just heal my pain I tlk dat shitt bitch I’m bout it We bang out like devil ain’t fa da games Bitch them demons tlk to me yea dawg I feel like I’m

Yes of course, n***as talkin s**t dey will get hurt
But right now my n***a Im talkin bout moving dat work
Dat b***h out there she wanna twerk
So what

dollar bills
Dats my slime dats my hoe
She gone kill bout dat dough
If u try up dat pole
Fuck em Blow dat pole

Why u wanna love me
Wen u know dis shit Get

he keep his gun on him, feel isolated he want dem boys dat tried to stunt on him, he bout to blow, he overflow, he feelin it comin in, no way he lettin

her up for dinner)
Gorgeous black queen, bouta give dat back a mean lean
Got obscene green, if dey ask you bout me, baby you ain't seen me
I'm in Miami

bouta (eat her up for dinner)
Gorgeous black queen, bouta give dat back a mean lean
Got obscene green, if dey ask you bout me, baby you ain't seen me
I'm

a muhfuckin king
An the city is my palace
Don't talk to me bout fashion
We aint in the same clothes
Aint no telling where I'm at
Cause I'm always on the road

a long line of hustlers and real niggaz
N-E-G-U-S I got my crown on so I tilt it a lil bit
To be honest I be on that Huey P shit
Marcus Garvey own my own

leave a mess
Floating up the river, head and chest,  just like I'm bodiless
Fuck it
Motor roaring
Swerving lanes up to the top
I feel like Huey make it

Breakin' Old Habits

Scarface

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by