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Tryina keep it on the low
Do she want me
Do she love me
Guess I'll never really know
Gotta lotta hurt feelings I ain't ever letting go
I need me a drink

artists that slobbing off
Then yall compare me to em like they never started on my wave, love
Remember that hold up
When you nearly fucked up
Don't call me

Whole lotta shit done changed in my fucked up brain
Since my first love got fucked by a lame ass nigga (uh)
No name ass nigga, $5.99 for some Hanes ass

Damn that shit fire

I gotta lotta niggas hanging round me that ain't my homies
Lotta fake love and disloyal shit, bunch of phonies
Tryna ride

the way
'Cause there's a lotta things that lead me astray
And I done said a lotta things I didn't mean to say
Every night
Every day
I ask the Lord to come

bit a liquor and whole lotta weed time 
Whole lotta work that's a whole lotta me time 
Roll up the ounce, that's a whole lotta peace signs
Living in

I gotta a whole lotta hope
I gotta whole lotta hope in me 
I sold a whole lotta dope
Now bitches they wanna be dope like me
But if I don't fuckin

Real One

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album

2015

lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I

Whole lotta positives, whole lotta negatives
The way you move that body, girl
I knew that it was Heaven-sent
If I hold it down, you could stay

And demonstrate my aggression
To the outlaw's thugs and thieves
That love to cheat
Believe that revenge is a sense of righteousness
Life and death is a warrior's

ain't even mean it
If I get you late
Baby
Will be that be treason
Can I put my dick inside you
Baby
While we sleeping
Love the way you ride it
Baby
I

Real One

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album [Deluxe] [Clean]

2015

lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I

checks that are clear, there ain't no way to void it (clear)
My jeans are by fit but this drip right from Fortune (yeah)
And no nigga, I fear, I ain't go

black gods right
This our destiny
Ain’t nothing that’s stressing we
Be the infinite
Bound by intuition
Power Definite, that’s testament
Scheming

(That's JJ)
(Beatfreakz)

Still ain't made it out the hood 'cause my soul's there (soul's there)
I drip down in a Moncler
A lotta time goes by

Whole lotta niggaz be dissing
I don't pay attention
Cause I know that these niggaz hoes
I fucked on that bitch, cause she missed me
I shouldn't have

raining
Girl I ain't complaining with you
Whoaaah whole lotta chemistry
Oooh


Oh those silly little things
We said and done
How the years flown by
Oh but

time with my wife

So incredible that I'm mad rich
Love the feeling of giving rad gifts
Thankful to heaven where my dad is
I Help people who ain't ever

I’ll never be poor again (huh)
It wouldn't a lot of niggas that supported him
But ain't a nan' nigga that extorted him
And now them lame niggas payin'

hey
Hold the bottles up
Pop the champagne for the team that's a lot of love
I don't wanna see my people go, I ain't had enough
I ain't really into

Daze of War

(hed) p.e.

Back 2 Base X

2006

give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck you gotta lotta love

Yeah that's right motherfuckers
It's (hed)pe and suburban noize so

do I know?
The burden of a man? Determined by his hands
And the pigment that is in them
- It wasn't my invention drok said
"Never let a White man give

relax
Let's speak on factz
They ion really love you
Don't support you, say they loyal
Sapiosexual, ik what you thinking
Ain't gotta say nun
trynna get

BlackDog/ Whole Lotta Love

Black Dog
Writers: John Paul Jones, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant

Hey hey mama said the way you move

Gonna make you sweat,