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fine doe
Baby I promise I'm not even gonna try doe
My baby spreads the smiles
I spread bullets to your vitals
I'm cool doe, I'm fine doe, not even gonna

Closer

Capone-N-Noreaga

The War Report

1997

closer to this paper (hella dope baby)
Get closer to these ends
"Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"

Yo I remember when we first did it
Nobody with

Ga door met wat je doet baby
Ogen dicht op gevoel baby op gevoel baby
Ik heb die shit die je zoekt baby
Ik doe dat ding zo van oeh baby oeh baby

Breng

I been in the fast lane keep it lit like propane
All about about that doe mane cannot play no hoe games
Found a better way to get that money than

much class
But I ain't really got to when I'm drivin' an
E-Class seats made by Koala
Seat belt Coca-Cola
Diamonds on my little baby stroller
(High Pitch

Just talked to baby
Pablo, they finna let him home
I ain't need no n***a hold my hand,
I ran that shit up on my own
Windows or the nall, no
I wasn't

a movie, I caught it on film
When that water get deep, gotta know how to swim
Knew that wasn't my baby, tried me like a simp
I beat all my trials and walked

you, waiting for you
With nothing on

(Rap by Chyna Whyte)
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing

Im livin what you rap niggas Rap about
Livin what you Rap niggas Rap about
YEAH
Sitting in my MF’in trap house
Need a half a ticket
Just too make it

Obo
Imole
Mohbad
Marlians

She come for the body
She no come for the doe doe
My baby fresh and clean she be like e koko
And i go stand by you i go be

got everything that you want im registered to to punk
i get bread like crutonts i make doe like cruissants
im grey poupon bentley baby what the fuck you

Nothin On

Lil Jon

Kings of Crunk

2002

on

[Rap by Chyna Whyte]
I'm hittin' you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin' bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in

Best Hustler

Master P

Ghetto Bill (The Best Hustler In The Game, Vol. 1)

2005

Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money

don't like those
Sprinting to the paper
We don't wife hoes
See it and I grab it
I don't try clothes
Play it cool disrespect a never fly doe
Play it cool

Mobb Shit

The Luniz

Lunitik Muzik

1997

keep it real from head to toe 
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc 
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos 
Came back

I'm right there, yeah I'm right there
I be working head down every night yeah
Yeah I'm on doe, here we go
Music Over Everything if you don't know
I'm

Singing all my songs she be singing all my raps doe 
I don't want no thottie 
I don't really want no hoe no 
I won't fall in love with you 
You won't have

I just want ts fa life put ts ice on ice tell dem niggas ion nun nice yeah nigga I wanna fight tell em dat I'm about it doe really inna hood chilling

that's another dead feline
I told lil baby we gone need some space we gone be fine
Concrete baby I was raise by the street sign
Nigga if you really was ya

They tell me i'm going to fast
Pull up skirt off in the jag
Baby girl you can relax
Go pop them tags
You can get up in your bag
Cause I just want you

my feet work
I don't understand how you don't see you do police work
If you wanna tap in gotta pay the fee first
Want it done right gotta do it by ya

Foot on the gas (Skrr)
SPEEDING 
Out here we chasing this doe cos baby we need it 

Don't fight the FEELING (Feeling)
You know that you need it (You need

da dah da daah doe dah-dut (Huh)
Bo bum bee ah dat, Di-ig
(Huh get it uh come on)

Bo bum bee ah dat
Dah da dah da daah doe dah-dut (oh)
Bo bum bee ah

It's Punkin Bitch
By: Luvinnia Flowers


Excuse me ms Punkin
People wanna know exactly who you are

Whatchu mean they dont know

Nigga who you is
Its