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and the cream, caramello, sfogiatella
What? I do it easy
I been mashing work, don't believe me?
Shorty hit my phone she say she need me
Well baby go to shop and by

spending every penny
Cause I got mines
When I die are you gon' miss me?
Drinking heavy till I'm tipsy
Mix it up until it hit's me and I'm alright
I ain't

Can't miss, won't miss, niggas can't do it like this
Everywhere I go so lit, whatever you do your shit
Greenlight caught him riding bitch with his

I'm living my life like it's golden
You could never live a life like this
Life, life, li-li-life, life like this
You could never live a life like this

the s**t
It's Lexi b***h and,
I'm back with a dawl hit
Yeah wassup' 
It's the b***h who can rap
cll these h**s mad 
I'm being chased by the paps
TMZ, X17,

even follow
Cause I'm going every way
Posted on the gram
Niggas hide they fucking face
But I can't even stress it
So I hit yo bitch for face

Li'l shawty

his home
In the field can't jam my pole
In the field cant ditch my bro
And you know
What I meant by that diss
Spin blocks can't let em piss
Throw 5 none

Bring It Back

Trouble

Fresh for 2018

a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

Bring It Back

Trouble

Bring It Back

a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

Got my shit on when I jump in the moshpit
We reset your life, we ready to hit-hit
Lil' bitch go to bed, your mama don't miss, miss
I don't want that

of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us

Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out

on a wave like jet ski
Your ting has big bunda lemme test it
Cos I be getting high, Zoot right by my side
Tryna hit the belly twice, My baby way too nice
She

my eyes are wide
See eye, oh see my heart
Mod-dern Witch I are
Delightful miss amor, señor señor
Be mine, oh be my art..
I'm gonna make it work, for

when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you

Queen

Only on them C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo)
Who the fuck

Eleven elven make a wish
I wish for a kiss
From the mistress I miss
I miss that bliss
Funny the money is all they want from me
Honest, It's lovely

hot
I fucked his Sis
Just mad she got on top
Cause I'm on top
Cause I'm on top
All hits never miss
Stepping on necks
Banging out checks
Fucking

it's sex in the city
You whipped out that band by your mans, now he movin' iffy
Hope his family got a funeral planned if he try the dissing
Woke up every

Miss Mary

Slim Thug

Already Platinum [Bonus CD]

2005

when I finally hit ya
And I'm a thug but fuck it I ain't gon lie I miss ya
I wanna spend everyday of the rest of my life with ya
We break up to make up

the stick shift
Time moves slow when you handling your business
Never worry about a soul that hit shift
Fine by time
They wont know until they miss it

It's

li'l vibe - keeping it real - she held it down - she kept it consistent
Hit up my line - don't keep me waiting - got'ta catch a vibe - you know that I

I'm Not Havin' It

MC Lyte

The First Priority Music Family

1990

Excuse me miss
No, I'm not havin' it
Excuse me miss
No, I'm not havin' it
Excuse me miss
No, I'm not havin' it
Excuse me?

You think you're all

at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas

Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,