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down for too long, put the pain into my songs
Yeah, you're in the dark... But I was raised by it
Couldn't tell you how many nights that I spent crying
I

a lotta love
When all I’d do is to flee
Gimme a lotta love
And please keep staying by me
Gimme a lotta love
And I give you a lotta love
Gimme a lotta love

God that he gave me us
I know that it’s fate, it ain’t dummy luck
A whole lotta love

Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that

busting out her skirt, she busting out her skrr skrr
Whole money bags, that’s whole money bags
Apple bottom trees, that’s whole money trees
She pops a lotta

busting out her skrr skrr
Whole money bags, that’s whole money bags
Apple bottom trees, that’s whole money trees
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta

hand but that ain’t how it go
I tried to help some niggas float they rather sink the boat
But fuck it...we got a lot of new money though

Lotta new money

It's that thug passion, you know what I mean? (A whole lotta thug in ya)
(A whole lotta thug in you)
Bitch, no mercy (a whole lotta thug in me)
What

Thug N U Thug N Me [Jamie Mix]

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

It's that thug passion, you know what I mean? (A whole lotta thug in ya)
(A whole lotta thug in you)
Bitch, no mercy (a whole lotta thug in me)
What

chick and that chick but
Imma keep it all the way 100 on this one
Because I love my baby know what im saying
I came across a whole lotta loving
I done

by the pros uh
Pray for a whole lotta souls
Got alotta thoughts that nobody knows huh
Seen by a whole lotta faux’s
Gotta lay low cause it’s good for

rich
Lotta people, change on me, always been to real to switch
Lotta women tryna cuff me, but I'm moving on my own
Gotta learn to love myself, gotta

counting on you
You was counting on me
Money counters on e
Lotta problems on me
Love shown to you
Was never shown to me
God was calling on you
Now he calling

ain't all fake
It's just 4, 999 of 'em that ain't on tape
See me? I know ya type
Lotta lip on you, you gotta overbite
How you expect to keep up wit'

pussy smell like potpourri
By my side where you pose to be
Swear that pussy got control of me
Fuck nigga ain't no hoe in me
Hit cha block leave a hole in

riding 
Lotta mileage 
Still grinding

Said I love shining 
Rough riding 
Lotta mileage 
Still grinding 

This for the days that I was sleeping on the damn

that's the plan now

On a whole lotta gang shit yea
And a nigga can't change shit yea
And I'm riding for who I came with yea
And I'm dying for who I

my grandma, count a mill' on the check (ayy)
I can sell dope out any apartment in my hood
'Cause that's where they love me at

These niggas ain't

the fake and there's the real and you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no

cat
Yea I be trappin this ain't no rap cap
Left em behind like some maufuckin ash
Like fuck all the beef run it up by the laps
I got a whole lotta snow

confused
(Fine girls in my life got my confused)

With the right one that I ain't gon' lose
(With the right one that I ain't gon' lose)

Gotta lotta options

See that choppa goin' crazy
Twenty thousand on baby See my niggas goin' Ape shit

A lotta niggas playin' tough Like they really bout it
It ain't no

Don't Think I Don't Love You

George Jones

I'm a People

1966

you that it would
A great big wall has come between us
And I wouldn't even love you if I could
So don't think it ain't been fun cause it ain't
Don't

that's why they don't back me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so I kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about shit I don't know