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If I wake up, may just go and hit the snooze
Never been the type to cry in interludes
This ain't a game, boy, I play by different rules
Maybe one day

Put It On Ya

Chris P.

Da Realist [Circuit City Exclusive]

2008

[Chorus]
Shorty I wanna know if you come over
If you don't mind girl put your legs over my shoulders
Don't lie, I can see it in your eyes
You

stop or get
Dissed subliminaly yeahh cause im the
Worst unless you want a
Subliminal message in every verse now im
Going 1 by 1 first
Is lil james your

Drop that shit down 
Run it back now 

She doing whatever for clout 
Fly her from west to the south 
She put it all in her mouth 
Lil baby she doing it

"zoom, zoom"
Fast mothafucka
Pull up in the coupe, blowin' hash, mothafucka (yeah)
Fifty thousand dollar dog tag, mothafucka (yeah)
I wanna fuck your

yeah, fuck college, nigga
(Fuck that college, nigga)
I got niggas up in the league, yeah
Fuck your scholarship
(Fuck your scholarship)
Lil' ass nigga, you

gotta be
Aim at everyone in front of me
Dope on the stove turn up the heat
Back in the trap and it’s plain to see
I can still flip a brick
Just like I

a nigga, whip, kick a door, yeah that ratchet stuff
Stack it, take it, flip it, learn the game and I ran it up
DD in the cut, gon' blow for me, ain't gotta

die for the cause
Than flip with them Illuminati bitches
If you don’t know what I stand for by now
Then I should sit down
Really, how can I compete
With

for a hoe I couldn't save
My name in your mouth you throwing shade
Why would I be look for your praise
Im not even hurt I feel betrayed
Better than

now
Here for a second then I'm by you
See you on the flip when I ride back down
I just can't understand
Why your so concerned
With everything I do

good you enjoy love
I know I spit too smooth
This good feeling in your soul make you feel all groovy
It be the fakin' ass foos that straight look like

porcelain mannequins 
Not important before, now im scoring by accident

I swear to death I air the deck when I pop off Nair your chest bare to your breast in

man didn't want to buss me, so I had to buss myself
I done bussed in your girlfriends' mouth now I'm due to buss down this watch as well
Why you

Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z

Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine

Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]

Now

Damn I'm Cold

Lil Wayne

The Drought Is Over: Grand Closing

2008

the chains?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the rings?
Or the bracelet, face you feel the chill in yo veins
Could it be from Bun B or that boy Lil

Why you wanna bust My Windows You Know when
I come back I Put them D’s In Yo Life
Shoutout to Lil Rippah for making this Beat!
On Gang huh
Wassup

(Yeah)
Lil Uzi I be shooting I be skating pop it flip it for the scene (Bow)
You'll never understand the grinding process gotta put in work for this crème

that you doing by the stupid ass lil hoe
Bet you'll watch me rearrange your face as I start beating on your soul
Screaming rest up, doby ,rest up, see,

yo head hot
I like my flips Arabian like Scheherazade
Nigga I been in yo house it smell like bitch in there
I just fucked a Mormon bitch up in

how the wock got me leaning
Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it
Touch down on the track like Cunningham
But I never played in a season
Like lil

Sugar

Flo Rida

R.O.O.T.S. (Route of Overcoming the Struggle) [Clean]

2009

sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss
One smile this way, baby, I rub it off
Put my tongue in your face
A little mistletoe, sippin' Gran Marnier,

the zip tho 
Miss no flip phone calls from your bitch tho 
Listen, dumb bitch I'm like a missle 
Blow up, pop off I never miss bro 
I'm off the bean ain't

a nightmare
Sorry, lil' baby, because I'm an asshole
Sippin' tris with your bitch in my castle

Ayy, ayy, lovin' hate in L.A
Bullets fall from heaven like rain