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facts
That ass fat
You know that
Throw that back
Make that clap
Don't be shy
Go show that
Bend it over, take that pic then send it to phone
Hit my

to express how she felt
I lost her warmth when I focused on wealth
Smoking the kelp
Don't need no help Imma make it myself
Take of the shelf all those feelings

to the lair
And we only take the kitty if she really wanna share
They believe me in my city
Ain't no politicking here
Need fruit by the pairs girl 
You and your

the sauce I got the sauce won’t take a loss
Look in my eyes you see the demon where’s your cross?
I’m so insane I’m so insane might make a scene
You can’t see

a bum
Hallelujah, bum again
Come and give us a handout to revive us again

No matter how hard I work
I make a starvation wage
So I'll be funded by

see are these bands
You'll all try to ride in my Benz 
I'm bout to lose all of my friends
But trust me I will not forget
My brothers who stayed by my

you're famous
Baby, just take a vacation out of my life
'Til the next life
And we only talk, when I'm wasted
Girl, you love to fuck 'cause it's painless

we can have a slumber...
party but all your friends are really sober, we can never find a good time
to space out.
Wondering if we could, wondering if

missing
Who tried to hit me low
Who owes me dough
Who talked down
Who fell off over pros
Who rode
When I was wrecking shows
Yeah , Who got ghost
When it was

I'm still in my feelings
Fixating on you
Being judged by all my friends
Don't wanna hear the truth
Is it false hope
Is gonna be worth the pain , one day

Down South

Mista Madd

Leaning with Houston's Finest

2001

Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do

Down South

Yungstar

Still Standin'

2003

Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do

Down South [Crazy C. Remix]

Mista Madd

Houston Hard Hitters, Vol. 4 [Clean]

2000

[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do

take
To get to the center of it all
How many centers of culture not yours can you make exclusionary
How can we all live on the same planet
And make

girl you gotta stay focus...
Cause I'm tryna fuck you so good, you text all yo friends & tell em you soulless...
Murder she wrote I don't gotta quote it

Dawg)
Can I touch it
Can I squeeze it
Put my hands in ya pants
Make sure it ain’t stinky
I’ll grab by your pussy
But I ain’t Donald Trump 
We can go round

live to this, it's so marvelous, so obvious
Keeps His promises, so good, that's His Providence
I-10 to the Baymont yeah we got us a function
My friends

and take a knee in awe
ragmaw hoof to haw call it god if you want
we were holding onto something no one ever understood
call it ours call it good
truth

rear the mass is real?
From the way it looks to me imma say facts.
Turn up your ya tempo don't move too slow it down not so fast when
You make it go low

and even I, when later they found out about the turning point
I still laugh when I remember this funny case

Broken arm, broken arm
It makes itself known

rappers rewrite ignite regroup unite
Lets go
I lost all of my good besties
Make honey but end up like dead bees
My brother so please dont friend me
You

and try me
Cross the light, it'll make my night, I'll tell you where to find me
Catch me where my heart lay low, the hotel up on pride street
Round the way

unfortunate -- time given away
Every fold tears at the break
Every shell will perforate
So take a deep breath, my friend
And hold on to what you can
When

much money you bring in, how much dough your moving out?
This life ain't fair! Don't look at me
I didn't make the rules
It's all on how you use your mind