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just be my Lover
And we can do this every single Summer
Standing by you baby
Even when love hurts
Give me your love
And your soul
And your lies
I fall

find a replace
Yea I hit two times 
shit went to waste 
Gotta Kick her out 
Kick her out to the gate 
Caught another body
Going up on the ranks  

Your

how to fight fair
Kept me out of trouble, safe right here
But sorry mama, gotta fight there
'Cause nobody else gon' do it
Gotta go out and get it myself

on me fuck 5 or Feds
Should have been at home instead
Getting kisses by your neck
But I'm out here road shit giving me stress
Oh baby what is the matter
I

V12 engine, no you won’t catch me
Life is a movie, I swear it’s a blessing
Making more money I just keep stacking
All I know, gotta get this cabbage

bitches tryna have a orgy
Keep umbrellas for the days it get stormy
I pour the Henny for my niggas, that's before me
My outfit fly, you gotta seat out by

never knew the pain at heart
I was fed lies so I chased the money got the head high
Just to get by, looking for the best buy
Just to get by , looking for

legs she like a catcher
I don't feel no pressure
Got her by the waist she let me stretch her
Looking for her soul she said it left her
Ain't no second

At least I’m out here
And surviving
So pull up if you want
Cuz’ i been ready I ain’t hiding

(UNH) 

Back ‘gainst the wall
I’m gon fight ‘til I drop
Gotta

Why can't I think up out this maze
Without feeling like I just wanna run away
I gotta face it so tonight I'm gonna stay with my thoughts
I won't

Or became cashier register from nine to five o'clock
But I don't wanna punch a clock and be a failure to my pops
So I gotta get this money, gotta hustle

nine weather
Play dress up
In ya get ups
Iced out necklace
Reminiscing
All the times
That we wild out
Cussing Fussing
Huff and Puffing
Hustling
Runtz is

Ramona

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

like "who are you?
Where you going?" she said "your room" (silly)
Like "woah look, ho you gotta go, just because I ripped the mic
Don't mean you get

ain't a factor just go
And here I come so get it faster, land hoe!
Man nobody's gonna help you out
So you gotta help ya self, if you can't
Kill ya self

on a bench, money is the stench
Let me vent, I'mma smoke 'em out, circles from her mouth

What's my favorite sound? oh my God I'm cumming
Second favorite sound?

second fast
I got all of these street niggas quoting me, 
Five k you can roll up this dough for me
Tell your uncle to go get your aunt for me
My vid got

man, I gotta disappear

I would say this my time, this my motherfuckin' year
Been awake for a minute now, it's my time
Get it right for the second time,

tongue in
Ain't no running way from it
See before I turn it in
I gotta put my name on it
Let's get nasty
Let's get freaky
Let's get lost in the moment
I

ready to rumble

Still out doing these 10 shots, Kelly wants 10, that's 5 on 5
Used to sit, watch time go by, spent most of my days in YOI's
Put too

I wanna ball
I got a plan so I'm on the floor
And I'm not in the stands when my number called
I think it out
I drop by the bank, they dump out

right
Hope she don't mind a little limelight
You can't go wrong let's get right
And we gon let them other niggas stomp it out
Next step ye we gon' talk it

Ghost

2Pac

Tupac: Resurrection [Clean]

2003

a ghetto nigga's lullabye

A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces

Road to the riches I'm raging
Marathon shit I ain't racing
Long live Nip I'm pacing
I gotta get to the duckets
Need my chicken by the buckets
Breast

in a second but wait I forgot
Yeah I be the one to deliver the drugs in a package easy
Yeah I don't gotta front I feel like the back door wait how much