Lyrics:
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Splitting up a P, Bitch i keep some dope on me
Glock wit hollow tips stendo wit the fucking beam
And a couple hoes, day ones, and my fucking team
Split that
bitch, she got her shape right (yeah, what)
Only want the top, baby, you can't spend the night (can't what)
Give her a couple bands only if that pussy
Johnny, Johnny, je t’aime comme une folle
Et je vais foutre la merde dans ton couple, Johnny
Comme je n’ai plus rien à perdre
a couple beers get funky on the dance floor
Going to a Policeman's Xmas Party
Gonna have a good time for the rest of my life
4 weeks later it's still
Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star,
Pour in the blue of a June night and one guitar,
Mix in a couple of dreamers and there you are:
out
Get a couple down niggas, put the mask on, cash out
Broad day with the strap out
Can't forget it, don't regret it, gave a nigga somethin' to rap
we came to get drunk
we came to chill in V.I.P and smoke a couple of blunts
pull a couple of dimes, spitt a couple of rhymes
and if niggaz jump fly I
I can think of a couple of ways to
Make it feel like a couple of days went by
That he didn't even cross your mind
He gave her the dough, and he gave
that
We had a couple break-ups - gotta respect Cuzz and I'll hit the reset button
You try to reset Budden, it's real
My accomplishments, already show 'em
and tired of asking what the price is
And I'mma need me a couple o' millions fo' my sacrifices
Yeah, now the landlord called, said he need a couple of G's
Fo'
a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she ain't never gone snitch
Yea dat's my bitch
Go hard she ain't never gone
gristle
Tryin' to make a dollar out a dime and a nickel
I'll knuckle wit you but I got a couple pistols
If they hit you, you'll be dead or crippled
I'm
It takes. (Money Man) Keep the tab, I call em
Jackie Chan (Money Man) Couple grand wrapped
Up in a rubberband (Money Man) Glad lock and a scale
(Hypnotized)
I could of had you like a hundred times (A couple hundred times)
Shorty say she want me back but I don't (No I don't)
Playing all these games girl
meant to be
You're not perfect you know
But I've been the worst friend the last couple weeks
You need me I get up and leave
I'm a wreck could you let
notebook
Work some rhymes add a couple hooks
Soon you’ll be hummin’ my tune
You may not care what I’ve got to say
When you hear me sing this one day
You’ll
hard for the money
She go hard for the money
and it ain't trickin' if you got it
So baby come and get it
I just made a couple thousand
Help me
a hot one, so drink em if ya got 'em
Thatʼs how we do summertime, lay back in the sunshine
Not a single worry on my mind, couple friends and feeling fine
rich
Then I wake up start my day up with a couple hundred nips
I need brown hunneds, brown hunneds, brown hunneds
I want brown hunneds, brown hunneds,
I see you coming, I just scan the perimeters
We're not trying to get in no scrabbles
We got a couple letters that could mess us up
And if I see you
outfits
Breaking up with the mans cuz he doesn't allow it
I be with a couple of em, talkin bout it
Like its fuckin couples counseling
Then we get to fuckin
Yea,
Jones,
Yea,
A couple of n****s who wanna hate
Like every single day
I'm tryna get me the paper
I'm tryna get me the cake, yea
They tryna hate
Pop a couple pills, then I go to sleep
Wake up in the morning, had a couple dreams
Look outside the window,
I see people staring back at me
Put
been
Maybe I’ve been swimmin in a deeper ocean
Cuz I been drownin, sinkin in a pool with my sins
Maybe I could stand to lose a couple more friends
Wish
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