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D.A. got that dope Friday, Saturday, Sunday night Only girls in the crib if they 'bout that life (yeah) Twenty-twenty-five, is the usual
anything to know who shot ya And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya Somebody knows Can't believe it's been this long Twenty years have
Old number, so it bounce back Boi-1da got the bounce back Used to get paid for shows and Front door money, five, ten, twenty Hand sanitize after you
Hindsight twenty twenty Future not as clear But I'm a rider till I die Put bullets 'tween my eye I just ask that I can make my peace with god and say
she gave me a 20 dollar bill I asked my ol' lady for a nickel people Lord ya know she give me a 20 dollar bill And I asked her for a little shot
can't go Can't be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me Cant you see the difference between us when I walkin' to the door Your twenty thousand worth
cheaper I can buy anything cheaper than you [Frank:] Fifty cents [Annie:] Forty cents [Frank:] Thirty cents [Annie:] Twenty cents [Frank:] No, you
niggas who ready to bust back Now check this look: I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring 20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
Tru G's See me and P and see See expeditions with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't
its one-two-three strikes you in Twenty-five years of pain you know my name They wanna nigga to run and get hung High strung, so this pig can win
in the Expedition I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be
Momma lady murders away We play twenty-four hours a day Mind on money twenty-four hours a day It's hard to say or tell When there's love in the air
girl I wanna learn You could show me that, you could teach me things Welcome to the mall, here's ya first pinky ring 20 karats, 20 grand, Paris Hilton
twenty million I be grabbing a flick? Or my four-hundred million dollar Fubu clique? Is it the, "In the House" syndication chips Popping two bottles,
Yeah, come on Bad Azz is here Come on All year Mister 2000 All year Millennium music Mister twenty first century Its like race car lights
Trump I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve then he done 20/20 ain't good enough Rappers
hold the ink while river rats fall off the raft and sink Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
run up on me than towards their goals My niggas still hit the club when it's twenty below Who you think runnin' this show? You saw it in me at twenty
Um actin' like a tiger 20 bails and show yo nigga 850 an hour Gucci mane and willie kid you silly bitch Da stupidest Critics try to rate dis shit
your train roll by? Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five. At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
He was twenty-five she was twenty-eight He was homegrown and she'd just Pulled off the interstate She bought a Dr pepper ten Dollars worth of gas She
Four times, four times 4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way Grrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, brrt Bitch, free Glo (I got twenty on my feet) Yeah, we
choose, to do all the things you want me to do. Cause I said, 10 times 10 times 10, are the things you do for me 20 times 20 times 20, 30, are the things
I've got your whore on my phone Then leave her alone, I promise she's layin' with me (yes) Bro got a ten and the twenties stack on the floor That's
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