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I make the money at Liv
I make her liv at story
I ain’t forget about Mr. Jones’s 
I’m pulling up in a Maserati/

Did a record deal at club 11/
We

text messages (damn)
You had to block the ho 'cause she messy messy

I'm a ho, I know I'm a ho (I am)
But don't you call me that, lil' nigga, that

on CD on repeat
You know you need me i'm in ya speaker
The rhythm got bodies talking
You know you want to so let go
You hear it calling

The sound of art

it clap
You know I love it when you do it like that
Grab me by the hand
Drag me out to dance
She pick it up and drop it
Got it poppin' like a Xan

In the rain with you my love
We'll dance beneath
the clouds above (Above)
Feeling free, feeling alive (Alive)
With you by my side
With you by my side

Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (woo)
I think I got it off the writer
Sittin' down by

out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral

ways 
Hav com 2 an end 
N if u call me by dat name den u r talkin 2 ma friend
Wanlov 
Baby I want 2 grab u by yor handcuffs 
If e b police n thieves den

Filling
The passion and heart that we have secretariat level I'll grind until time disappearing

Lil nigga lil nigga
Tell me if you know what you dealing

Everything Gonna Be Alright

Truth Enola

6 O'Clock Straight

2004

systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I

dawg with me don’t get BIT
Can’t stop can’t pause can’t QUIT/ So cold n****s think I’m SICK!

(oddo verse):

There go the Mt. Man/ Mr he gon get paid

, rhythm and wine (& Wine)
From left and then to right (To Right)
If you stand by my side (Side)
I might just make you mine
You colder than the snow in

and recognize the alphabet
You can't survive in a room full of Gs
Coached by my Uncle Lil' Mane, I resemble him
They tryna steal the game
And we killing all

Icy

Gucci Mane

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

2019

water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why

Your bitch in my stu and she givin me throat
Okay lil shawty she dance on the pole
By the way that she dancin we know she a pro
I gave it to shawty but

NOT GUILTY LYRICS by prince Arbanj

Chorus:
I pulled off  the trigger(×2)
Give me reason not to pull off the trigger(×2)
I pulled of the trigger
I

grabbed her?
(Please, mister, please)

I know sharks are stupid
But what did you think when you took that first bite?
(How sweet it is)

Mr. Jaws,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know this shit is bumping, man
I'm making fucking hit by fucking hit, bitch
Let's go
Phantom, ха
Lil

can’t dance more
Had to make a couple racks, on my lonely
Gon give it to ya uh
Lil bad mama, gon give it to ya
Your lips so fire, and em hips don’t lie,

I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen
Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European
He too funny Mr. Bean, off

Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie

I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them

Rich gang, YSL 2 on deck
I swear to God I'mma ride and die for my niggas till I'm dead
Skeeted off in a Bentley, getting trailed by a drophead

lips
I'm taking you home
Same old story
On and on
By the way
I'm Mr. Wrong

I've got a feelin'
I know
Cause I know
That you know
We gotta get out of here

protected by a silver spoon
Walks to the rhythm of an all too familiar song, in her palm, where all the boys they sing along 
It’s her perfume that always