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all day
All i want is a bag givenchy
I ain't tryna do no louis or fendi
Take my bag to the back of the rari
Pull up at the club i'm ready to party
I'm

you gone
Turn me up a notch yeah 

I walk in the Jungle I curse
Me jump on every nigga 
That be steppin on my turf
Me passing by your nigga 
And i put

(Her body)
AP on me know I be stylin' (Yeah)
Hop in the Bentley then hop in the Rarri used to play me now you wanna be sorry
I'm getting money now you

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up

It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,

children
And then their children 
And then their children

By then let's hope this place is still around 
Maybe even for their own great grandchildren
To be

children
And then their children 
And then their children

By then let's hope this place is still around 
Maybe even for their own great grandchildren
To be

this shit to the ground
Then come for every motha fucka who gon' fuck with me now
I got these bars I'm convicted
I come with song to convince em
That I

I just wanna be stuck with you girl
I just wanna make you my own world
I see you up in the evening crowd 
And I need you by side right now
Cause I’m

feelin' a way
Her vibe got me high like I hopped on a plane
She could ride by my side as we slide thru LA
Uh
She keep me focused on the mission
Then she get

neck
Now she waddling
My niggas on em, then he spot us
Now he jogging
Bitch I'm the best, fuck a feature
Being honest
My flow better, and these

is alright
I know it ain't love, but that shit is alright
I know it ain't love, but that shit is alright
Every time we fuck, she make sure it's tight

(Waxie)
If you got some racks Imma take 'em
Fuck some bitch then I play 'em
I got Prada, Louis, Gucci, I got money I ain't fakin'
I got bitches on my

to share
It's for vanity reasons
I ask her what she wanna wear
She said, "The latest season
Of that Louis Vuitton or Burberry"
She get it by the weekend
She

of listening to sound of my tears
Turn around,
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turn around,
Every now

Roll Wit Us

Tha Dogg Pound

2002

2001

every penny, what a pity
I'll be livin the city, livin greedy, lookin for (??)
Wit a spirit that'll jealous the belly, then now
Two wanted killers slang

the rolls live like a demon I’m outta control this bitch drinking my semen then leave me alone imma pass to the team then I’m hitting the road I gotta show my

unuffi non see what are gwan.
Every things that you know, what’s going on earth.
They are now lead by instruction.
Oh hear me say. I put then wanna go by

Dime Queen of Nevada

Albert Hammond

Albert Hammond

1974

the magic words and you pull the handle
The jackpot comes up every now and then
And it roles around the floor there, must be twenty bucks or more there
So

Yeah

I got every pair of Jordans, every kind of bitch
Ridin' foreign cars my life is the shit (come on)
My Louis bookbag, is full of them stacks
Homey

Back in the Game

Ronald Isley

Iron Flag

2001

signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle

I'm back in the game now, copped me

anyone Kang’s come to conquer
This the uncut version every frame’s harder
These dumb fucks remain softer
Then fabric softener
Professor X all these X-Men

and helped me fill the void
Quite frankly it was the only thing that I enjoyed
Father unemployed, sleeping in his car
Mama kicked him out
Now I'm hearing him

a beast
Hop into my wip cops pulled me over
Don't worry bout a thing shorty Mad Child sober
She listen to my music and she loves every verse
Now she's

the Trish, we out the walkin' now we pourin' acts
Make a couple mil off the rap then invest in tracks
Take a gamble with this shit like you be playin' crack