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bands we not talking rock
At first glance your jaw will drop
Yo jaw will drop
Yeah She's a 10 she's at the top
Yeah she's expensive but act like she not

pull me in after my 
Last girl captured my love it was a disaster I was feeling at a low I was sad and hurt
But then I caught a glance of her (her)
cnd

when I'm low balling by by 

Yo forget these problems
And baby role with me
If ya need some sugar 
I'll be ya PIMP
Just keep it fly girl 
And stay close

Kick you in your nuts so you can't fuck for 40 months
That's what I be saying if you roll up acting sus
This right here the remix
So if you're

been flooded by
Has beens and never will be ringtone rappers
Hmm what's the deal with these ringtones
Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though
Thus

of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
Every word is like

Yea
Man prince was a pimp appolonia, vanity, Sheila E. had me on the edge of insanity
Swore if I made it in music I'd be similar here I am, this is

100 Thousand Sold Pt.2'



I woke up this morning looked in the mirror  

and said its either me or

you but its time for a change like Lyor

one glance
The way you move and the way you dance
Baby let me show you what they call romance
Fuck what future said, you don't belong to the streets

Bust this K ray J no cam
cnd you on the phone screaming !
What?

Ha couldn't be me 
What's a hoe to money you see ?
I did seen one of my Xs do me dirty

Memories of a summer long gone by
Shines brightly within her perfect pretty eyes
She's so perfect

Thoughts of a future that could never be
Passes by

Ayy

Ayy, give a nigga ass a little 3 P
Smoke and get head by Keke
She say she wanna be with
Me but I'm a roadrunner, meep meep
Fuckin' on all

I don't got to spend me a dollar hoe you a ten
You should model cant read me bitch I'm not a novel
You greedy still suck after swallow I pull up with

gotta twist my fangaz now 
Family good 
Credit right 
So what can I complain about

(SECOND VERSE)

Gotta be a 680 or better 
No collections
Fin tech gave

I am just droppin'
If I see a cool fit that's worth the price I'm just coppin'
Top ten artists of this generation, I will be toppin'
Fire burning,

me
We were friends at a glance
She spoke no English but sat by
My side in the car
And pointed out places en route
To the village of Arles

Marie, Marie

hardly talk with me
He'd just sit
By the window and watch the road
He'd be watching those big 18-wheelers rolling by with their load

And finally he was

art
Bitch it ain't nobody like me x8

Rap and leave these fools 
In awe
Shit on all my foes involved
They love me for my southern draw
Mac n cheese made

to the street

Verse 1:
Tapped in the block where the zoes be
cll you boys just talk but you don't read
8 days in the booth and I won't leave
RIP 24 that's Kobe

I was made by the same lust
The slave chains and cuffs
Jacked off on the corporate
Ladder and 'came up'
Inherently the games fucked
That's why I

Ex uss boy and a hex too 
Drive ladies insane 
Yeah I vex dudes 
But that's a fake you 
Let's be real boo 
Amma brother never bothered by the sh#$

What a nigga that's how summers be
Pull in this bitch ain't a nigga finna stump on me

All they heard was is that a graduation
He see my shark fin is

Hom-Sha-Bom

Twiztid

The Green Book

2003

me
I'mma take to the hospital and leave you in the lobby
Your gonna be fine sideswiped in my blindside
By a deuce in the corner with one headlight
Just

on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites