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the mirror
But sometimes I still see her
The little girl who would never be pretty

I step up and let some number make it a good or bad day 
I'll be damned if

Once when I was lonely 
And I hadn't much to spend
I bought a little doggy so that
So that I could have a friend
Through thick and thin we've stuck

Troublemaker (feat. Jessica Latshaw)

Jessica Latshaw

We Got Tonight

I'm bad, I know, I can't help it but I...

I kinda wanted to, 
I kinda needed to,
I don't care I'm just a troublemaker.

Whoa...

To you she's

always, always)

Yo dirt, I'm living the hype
She pissed, she thinks I got 
I slid, flip a little bit, and this triggered the lies
Now her friends have

Heaven

Jake Miller

Us Against Them

2013

to my songs
Tears of joy 'cause your little boy is right where he belongs
They say you miss the shots you don't take
Well I guess I made it in
Guess

Stay Off The Fuckin' Flowers

BlakRoc

Blakroc

2009

come up out the hood, stay here
Pissing Merlot out, twirl my little thing downstairs
Cuz anything other than that, we all Williamaires
Can't forget

2 to da Head

Frukwan

Life

2003

his time would come, top issue
Branded by a government official
The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the block
Rounded up six cats whose phones were

City under siege
Big bank take little bank, kids over heat
It's a million degrees
Fahrenheit at least
These sides going to war for you, better

Yo sáàmi na
(It's Krizbeatz the drummer boy)
Flyboi music
To my pipa

One by one Jah Jah bless my pipa
I tell them yeah yeah you go make am
But I

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't

that
You ain't never seen
Woman of my dreams be my pretty little thing
Let me stop it, I'm really poppin'
I'm outta pocket WAIT
Let me get back

Sounds like a lot of hoopla to make over a little Krabby patty, right?
Alright, see this one, this one's called chef
(Scratch Mixed It)
One's

rocks, by my belt loop it's a Glock
All these bands you see me pop, you disrespect? Them feathers drop
I see you talking 'bout big money, boy, stop

We played heads-up in a car in Seattle
God rock on the radio
You look like a superstar
And Dom got into Juilliard
And I'm really bad at heads-up