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Cant hang with niggas that just talk a lot
You know they gone be snakes
These niggas hoes, don't need bitches round me
Feel like Andrew Tate
I up

and your tummy are rumblin’
Keep on the hustlin’, I am not summonin’ anyone gunning on me
I just wanna make a rant for the homie
Andrew, you shouldn’t be

president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP

a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned

Bonafied Funk

The Brand New Heavies

A Right Earful, Vol. 1

2004

a beat to fuck your crew up 
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan 
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs 
And Simon, like I

Bonafied Funk

The Brand New Heavies

Heavy Rhyme Experience, Vol. 1

1992

a beat to fuck your crew up 
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan 
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs 
And Simon, like I

through the light
You a NOLA baby
I'm a NOLA baby baby


Written by: Andrew Morehead Jr.

Nuttin' But a Bitch Thang

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

they show 
You little pussy ass hoe 
Look at us dawg 
Who put us on the map? 
3 plat 2 gold, and we still like that 
We did it alone 
Without a DRE

cash out
Aint fuckin with the crew, man i’m upset
Shawty in my dm’s, say i’m up next
Bella sleepin by my side, and she always down to ride
I been Makin

I don't really fuck with no stress
Its all peace
Nowadays I'm rocking all silk
It's no fleece
When I get the bag imma drop it on gold teeth
And they

Smoking bags full of gas, yeah that fucking dope
Uh
Uh
I'm so high up I see the stars
Them shit's gold
And when it's time for setting up, I got a couple

folks just lie
Come outside, we be outside
These niggas be dying, can't trust everybody
Bitches be hard, be catching them bodies

Run up, get blowed by

a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned

King Henry
(Trad. lyrics, adapted by Kerry Andrew)

Let never a man a wooing wend
That lacks these things three:
A purse of gold, an open heart

Diamonds and emerald pearls, silver and gold
Roll in a Beamer, Mazaratti, a Ferrari
A Rolls
Benjamins in multiples of tens in rolls
Persian rugs

shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun

Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every

Hokage
Blind the new Itachi
I got hands like Neji
I save every penny
Wolf like Andrew Wiggins
I keep getting bigger
I keep persevering
All I know is grind

stickin' to the plot
Irresistible is why they couldn't fit me in a box
I had my empire, crashed by desire

Doin' favors for those chastised and briar
Don't

Livin' by myself, paranoid as hell, I do
Yesterday is tomorrow, but somehow, I'll keep on Loving you
Everywhere I go, ghetto, the streets dirty like

they turn yellow like a Tonka truck
My people like the Indy Colts, they out here with no Andrew Luck
They fall like dominos & autumn leaves, but no

pistol 
For the time of your life costs gold by the fistful 

Have you seen those Cherokee women? 
With feathers in their hair 
There's a name to every

you're beside it's harder, to think bout any partner
And when you somewhere farther and my feelings full of ardor getting screamed at by my father wishing

Person Unknown
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

Well Saturday night's a lonely sound
When you're running your hands through the lost and found

Got a hair trigger on me, waitin to let loose
Gold egg, laid by models, y'all tail spin like goose
I'm the headline, I run the news
And I'd choose