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and everybody who had doubts (Fuck you)
'Member when I ain't have no bed I slept up on dat dirty couch
My pockets had a big 'ole drought
Money coming in and out

don't even really like those
I don't really see me with a beenie no more
Mans not hot porque a soul ta cold
Nigga quer beef while I'll bone ya hoe
Better

hat
Swear i ain't never going back
Pulling up on 24s that chevy coated in wax
Riding round wit a centerfold
Dat love dat bass in the back
I got my

violate these kids like Cosby

(Like cos)

Man said dat he want 3 boxes

Tryna knock out these sales like Tyson 

Don’t talk loud If I got that nine 

Cuh I

round in the RV
Bring it back just like a DVD
Wavy like the fucking sea
Ain’t nobody gonna be 

Quite like this
Do it right like this
Fuck a bright light

thought that you would do me like that
You always would argue wit me bout the past
You said that it's over I ain't going back
Lately been sober i'm lighting

so deep
Mandy ain't letting me sleep, party animals
All the freaks so chic
Stepping out, living large like party animals

Where the waitress? There,

Yop cmon
I can give a fuck if a nigga out here hating ima still shine
Bitches tryna stalk ain't Tony Hawk but I still grind
If I ever said I miss my

I Ain't Got Time!

Tyler, the Creator

Flower Boy

2017

in this bitch lookin' for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy?
Boy I ain't got time

Man it turned out B was so proud of me

step I take is for me to stay out dat graveyard,
Scope on dat A.K. I hit my target when it spray far,
Trust me all these niggas ain’t no gangstas keep

Hollyhood to Hollywood

Small World

The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book

2000

out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb

that thang
Like you giving birth
Workin N Twerkin
Going so hard
Sweating like a nervous whore
In chruch
You might be christian
With a faithful spirit
But

Off the Chain with It

Trina

Da Baddest Bitch

2000

on a roll lil mama, out of control lil mama
Never noticed this beofre but damn you swoll lil mama.
[CHORUS-Repeats]
[(Trina) VERSE 1:] Uh, like I said

ain't talk right 
They ain't talk right
Talkin' but it's all lies 
Written by DvD (David Finch)

Seen a lot up innis Life
But everyday I'm learning
I'm tryna get some mills and stack dat shit on purpose
Niggas out here chasin clout Dey ain servin

dat
Blow that back out, never back down
From shit I know can't touch me
Dawg - why your hoe so touchy
Money only thing I got my eyes on
On the road

Talkin, when they seen me aint even make a sound Walking wit my savior man I swear its going down, ——
Its going down, down, way down
Going down, down, oh

every day
I'ma live out my life like it's over tomorrow
She like shopping, let's go to the mall
50 clip, 49 holes in the wall
I get to clapping and I over

ting blud man
Nah man he's an eediat don't watch
That I ain't fighting him bruv
He's got a little chaps though
I I will take dat blud

So I parked up

2-Way Freak

Three 6 Mafia

Choices: The Album

2001

of me man!
Every time I turn around this motherfucking beeper going off!
I'm finna throw this motherfucking beeper out the motherfucking window!

She's

same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says

would I
Act fake nigga neva' would I
If you ain't walk wit' me why would you ride
When you needed help I was there by yo' side
Why you trynna' talk man i

me Diablo,
For da right reason I'm causing death,
Dem man are some WiFi bangers Dey must ride out by surfing the web,

I could undo 90 percent of your

to pull your legs closer
As I eat dat pussy like a homeless man ain't no shame in me
Just feed me protein

I luv pussy I luv pussy I luv pussy yeah I eat