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sure
Do what I say, that's for sure
Took margaritas and played by the shore
For the one I adore, ain't takin' shorts
Proud of me, Glock on me, ready

from the bottom
Getting mine out the mud
Certified by the streets

Getting money in my blood
Look in my eyes, nigga you can see the pain
You can see

a legend, I am a legend, I am a legend yeah
Comin to your house I'm certified
Fuckin you bitch we be pressin yeah
I am a legend, I am a legend, I am a legend

Told her bring a friend

She can tell by your walk that your a middle man

The way I get it on my mama yeah I'm going fed

She gone let me, She gone let

Baby Boy

Beyoncé Knowles

Baby Boy [Australia CD]

2003

Certified quality
A dat de gyal dem need and a cry for everyday without apology
Buck dem de right way, dat a my policy (ya man, right)
Sean de

Baby Boy

Beyoncé

Dangerously in Love

2003

Certified quality
Ah dat di gyal dem need and ah cry for every day without apology
Buck dem di right way, dat ah my policy (ya man, right way)

Lord

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Trap Lord

2013

know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord

Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord

You bout to get it from

You disrespected the shield. You got to go
Get swallowed whole by the black hole and that’s that
Rain, shine or snow we on a league of our own
Da

Just to make sure jordon by on in closet
So fly like a plow
Certified music styling
This og music u better recognize it

This is music from the soul
When

even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class

They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while

(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my loc, like get a pack

Yeah
I told Hit-Boy he needs to rap more
I built myself up, brick by brick but I don't trap no more
Yeah, I ain't full of myself, I'm impactful

and did me grimey 
Real nigga don't trust no bitch I swear that's what I live by bitch
I'm certified for reeaaal yea yea 
In my eyes a nigga thought you was

a keep milli, got to keep a brother lavish
Like a white in Congo, I’m taking all the gold I don’t really really stress shit
By the way this car goes, I’m

certified
So ya fame just ain't no concern of mine
Through respect you bet that I'll earn my shine
When y'all go to sleep, I just prefer to grind

As soon

Too much
On my mind like all the time
I need two blunts
And a certified dime
If Imma do sum
Then I'm finna do it right
If imma shoot sum
Imma make

Need a Skrr Skrrr
What ever I start I finish, yeah
We certified trappers no cap... yeah
If we in the building y'all packing, leave
I ain't doing no chemo

I'ma dream chaser
Certified risk taker
Don't hit up my phone we could talk later
Not afraid of
Whatever come my way
'Cause my whole life I've been

Keeping them bows by the pair
I break it down till its up and gone
Truey jeans
She suck it till she cant breathe
We lit like new years eve
Ace of spade

hardware store

Time ticks by
So slow
At this hardware store

Have you ever been told to
Move two stacked washer
With one dolly?

I have and it sucks
Don't

Step into the mind of a certified Skit

Koji is a killa that graveyard fill up
When I'm runnin' through the city
I'm the king of the village

a face like Cosby
Gangsta,certified, loverboy it ain't sex if it ain't sloppy
You nowhere by my side it's kinda hard not to pretend

Jumped in head first

Huh, you wanna do it your way
Certified lover boy 
On a highway
With the nerds
Blowing jets
Tryna be 
Where the sunshine
Be at 
Told I'm just tryna

right that I'm catching you
Spending my whole life chasing another lame
Big 301 hoes call me by my other name
Certified Shit Popper
Can't trust these