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get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo

forcing it
Can buy a new bitch by the two expensive and bad she new Paris Morgan
I'm trying withstand me a fortune I talk to Allah for my choices
Get out

aight that's good you can hear me
Okay it's clear it's good okay everybody's got it
One two
One two and

My rhymes have been written not to be bitten
But

¿Que Dices?

The Black Eyed Peas

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

mingling with us
Any animosity now it's time to hush
Feel the fuckin' rush

[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Say what if you feelin' it (say what, say what)
I know

in two
This a touchy subject
You a social reject
Can you compensate
I'm only thirty minutes late
You pull up with the Avalon
A stank upon you're face

shot, two shots, I'm finished
Three, four, four, four, five minutes
Lip lock, every time we feel it
I wish that you weren't kidding
One shot, two shots,

Dear God while I'm moving in a circle
Different bodies I just gotta keep around me
Hand o God giving pointers on the daily
8 minutes 20 seconds

Yeah (Oh) you know what it is
Cant stop, got no time to waste
I'm on my grind, they hate
Just tryna find my way, yeah (Oh)

Yeah, can't stop, got no

Jazzy Bitch

U.N.L.V.

Uptown 4 Life

with Boo-Koo thirty six waist Girbauds

Chorus: {2x}

Third Verse: {Tec-9}

From the nine-five to the nine-six
I switched around my life
Last night I

mean business
I grew up wit the same niggas why talk slick bitch you know that we wit it
Shootas stay lowkey I call em hitmen
Thirty shoot from 3 like

Two drummers
Me and another dude
And he's a cool guy
Too
He has a studio now
In Texas

And I guess
I played simpler stuff
Maybe I was less flashy

I wanna know what happened
It’s been a little minute
Now everything is different
Can you tell me how you feeling
I got the feeling that we faded

Liberation

OutKast

Aquemini

1998

Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I (ohh, I)
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe (oh lord, lord, lord)
We can fly

Two Pink Lines

Eric Church

Sinners Like Me

2006

the motor running and parked by the door

Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were

the most of every second
Let the time, go don’t stress it
We make room for round two
Let my arms surround you
It be hard to leave you when I want you most

stayed the same for me?
Let me take you up to Saturn nigga
Thirty minutes with a bitch for I let her have it nigga
Brown skin with long hair it's all there

winnin
So we all chase bands, we got brothers locked down
So we all hate feds, I been pourin' up the juice
Tryna meet the right man, turn ten into thirty

daisies and some tulips (Hi guys, hi, hi, hi)
Itty bitty bitch, ni**as in the city with it, pull up with a stick
Thirty with the dick
Seen you in a minute

Blowin Up Wit Licks 
Thirty And This Forty By My Hip You Gone Feel This Shit

Stop, you niggas think that I'm gonna go rot
But you're wrong
Just give me

cheese 
And I'm stacking my cheddar up
They take a look back and think we behind them 
But we really 2 laps ahead of ya
I'm too sick and these beats is my

with it
I'm finna go get it
Gon' run up these bands and gon' run up them digits
Gonna keep on going, keep on going
It's only been a minute and thirty

Menace
Bitch, If I said it, I said it
I thought by now you would get it 
Aw, man, it's been a minute
Aw, party in LA
I was late 
Yeah, that's the shit I

dominant genes
I'm getting closer to my expiration date by the minute
So every second dropping blood sweat and tears putting on a clinic
So good ain't good

'd meet them at the top
But they ain't come
Two got my back, glock got my front
Got this bitch by my side and this bitch got a butt
She playing games, I