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Bag full of bluies,
Belt made by Louis,
Ion rock no Gucci, but I fucked your bitch to Gucci
Bag full of bluies,
Belt made by Louis,
Ion rock no

And you'd be glad to help me
You'd give me "Kindness"
Not just in a Health Bar
You have a huge heart 
Yes, by far
And I'm so glad I met you all

I didn't

Y'all better my read terms and conditions
Top of the page section two
Give you that pussy you give me that loot
Bottom of the page section nine
Bet not

I know you see this purple round me
I know that you have finally found me
Aint lookin' for no Louis Vuittony
I'm just hoping you can understand me
I

some D's on that bitch)
That'll give her access
(Throw-throw some D's on that bitch)
Let me show you what happened

Walking down Melrose
Spot where they

My Summer Vacation

Ice Cube

Greatest Hits [Clean]

2001

everybody and they momma sell dope 

They trying to stop it 
So what the f*** can I do to make a profit? 
Catch a flight to St. Louis 
That's cool, cause

My Summer Vacation

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

trying to stop it 
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit? 
Catch a flight to St. Louis 
That's cool, cause nobody knew us 
We stepped off

tell you how I like it
Longtime you had a thing for me
By the bulge in my jeans you can see that I like you
Nah, you ain't gotta question it
I was tryna

these niggas faking

Praying that my soul protected, this song is infected
It need disinfectant, don't you disrespect it She told me I'm a jerk, baby you

Take care of the family how real it get
223 that's supposed to 762's
And I'm still fucking the baddest bitch

T-shirt made by Louis (Louis)
Soon as I do

now they tryna ride my shit
Ride my shit
Designer drip down on the fit
Louis Armstrong in the whip
Skrt off in the car, yeah I gotta dip
Pull up

Pour Tha Martini

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

that's boss crock
Air fresheners hang, the joint is sold out
To capacity, this young bitch keep asking me
"Can I suck your dick?", "Not now, shorty"

I call you isis
I call you isis
Cause you doing crisis
You drive me crazy
That is why you lost your license
You worth more than Louis
You are

Mannequin man, I'm not that glass window shopper
I'm the man in the window everybody pass (Give me a glance)
Check me out

The people come to me so they could

cheers like Obie
Slay your ass, pay that, you'll owe me
Paper stacked all by my lonely
Fading back, bank that like Kobe
I'm out my, I'm out my mind
Bouta

Curb Ya Dog

Prodigy

Albert Einstein

2013

else would they challenge my hand? Ya I get it
You's a freak for embarassment and pain
Like I'm a freak for this rap music
Let me give you what you

That make her rider (yeah)
Say put that TEC (yeah)
Right by her eyes (yeah)
She keep it wet (yeah)
She passed my test (yeah)
I count my check (yeah)

like a coward
You knowing that nigga ain't fucking wit me
I'm gettin that cheese and it come by the hour
I know they mad see em stealing the swag
And I'm

all take a drag
Pourin' out a sip for the ones that passed
Then take the crew to Louis
Cop everyone a bag

(Let me see you shake)
Then I take the crew

And now they ask me how I’m feeling, I say “okay”
Everyday that’s my mood, I’m just like “okay”
I really don’t give a fuck, know that I’m okay
I know you’re

Two-toned watch
Louis V flip-flops, feel me?
Two hoes out the top
Moonroof, Moonrocks
I be wilding, where’s my charger?
Fucked your future babyfather
Riding

with the tool aye
That my brodie making moves yea
Bright light
Stoeger throwin' purple lasers aiming at your right eye
Give me all the paper baby 'fore

it shiest, partner locked on Rice, facin' ten or life
Got me goin' in, tweakin' in the booth, I don't even write
Pockets thick as fuck, Jazz sick

resides in Me 
The one that casts out fear and Gives eyes to see 
The one who raided hell he tipped The scales when he left unscathed he Had the keys 
He's