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bitches
Please back up cause ain't no holding these niggas
My click ain't scared to leave a hole in you bitches
Recognized by the chain with the gold

I bought my new bitch a new bag
Just to go brag got two hundred miles on the
Dash so I go fast
Hundred K stashed in this Fendi new black bag
You

by tomorrow

Had bags, i lost em all
Ever since a kid all I want to do is ball ya
Make cash, then buy it all
Lose racks, have it back my tomorrow
Man

landed on the ground
Walked out the house, seen the yellow brick road
Up walks a little pimp with a cane and some gold
Nugget rings, gold teeth and a cup

plaques on the wall
Man, every car that I sit in, it's satin slid in exhaust
Six cylinder the engine, ceilings with stars
Nigga, of course I'm Venetian

blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his

with all of my bros
You stuck in the middle 'cause nobody chose you
More like some ceilings rephela ka Coke
Can't go to war with me playin' with your

the gold teeth like Slick Rick
Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit

once If I wasn't me, would you be here
Would you run off and cry off and fear
Man fuck it I guess this just how this shit go

Okay, all black

You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you

Tha Block Is Hot

Lil Wayne

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what

Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this

Can't Knock the Hustle

Mary J. Blige

Reasonable Doubt [Clean]

1996

You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you

Tha Block Is Hot

Lil Wayne

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1

2002

Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what

Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this

a ice cream jug 
Worth more than the visa she used to hide the money in the ceiling 
Having stacks on deck now that's a mighty good 
Feelin' fuck

Alanis Morrisette
From audio cassette
One week had an upset
For radio plays met
By a broke bitch better yet
No hands in her pocket, bet
You oughta

ET flow gotta swing around Venus
Ass fat shit kinda sit like Serena
Black cat flew by where is Sabrina
Get hit wit a spell
Now in you in love
Create

knees

Then mp3s made it a breeze 
To download every song ever recorded with ease
“I'm a fan,” you'd say, “Of this new band the Black Keys”
So you torrent

cant wait to they free shay

I'm spinning like a CD
Chunk my rakes I'm GD

I'm skied up
In all black

If he run it's Ricky
He gone get shot in his back

thug boys
You niggas need a hug
Fill them up with slugs
Fuckin' with us
Will Get You kidnapped And
Duct taped
Surrounded by niggas in black masks and AKs

sets 
Even tho I'm in CD
Preferred cassettes 
Might put a key on my neck like early Ghetts 
Leave dem F'in blind they slur Tourettes
I'm too fuckin good

don't have to ask cause you know that it's gold
And you know what it is
Fuck black and yellow I go gold in this bitch
Damn Michael Phelps he getting old

to dream but I don't dream anymore, anymore anymore
They say everything that glitter ain't gold
Nothing's really what it seems
Time seems evergreen until you

I'm going nutty at the party when I Bring my smith a Wesson
Drinking Malibu im checking out
And I'm Rocking black  Air Forces so You better blow

a cut of the gold
Keep a eye on the schemes
How things seem in between what it seems
Fuck what you heard cus I mean what I mean
No pit stops when you