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What It Ain't

TLC

World Party

1999

At Church's, Popeye's, and Arby's
I shop at Walter's Bright Creek
In a mall with Steve and Deke
I hang out at Bankhead
You prefer Buckhead
Your favorite

What do you do when you lose your body?
Do you get a Mech suit with a shotty?
Do you become light indigo karate?
I don't know the answer in between

I’m Catholic Cool 
Performed by 
E. Walter Smith featuring The ICC Choir & Friends 


Chorus 
I’m cool 6x I’m Catholic 
I’m cool 4x I’m Catholic

the haters be
Hating me don’t give a fuck what you
Want to be I’m just me no caping please (No cap)
6ix9ine took that deal to plead
Thought he’d be hated by

Two Thangs

Gucci Mane

Trap House

2005

money than the principal
And I never made the honor roll 
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor roll
You pumping iron in the weight room 
I

and shine
 Like Michel Beasley I keep me a 9
Thuggin lil bitch and I'm holding it down
Murdering these rappers not making a sound/ 
Killing these nigga they

wanting more like an eagle bitch I soar bitch I soar
Yeah Yeah
And you can't tell me how it go
I've been movin' by my own 
In the field like a gnome
Smoking

the culture?"
"Why don't you bring it back to the Bentleys"
"That old school club, not the car"
By the way, can I hold your show?

Gottz pour out some

Stephen son 
You would think I'm with lance
I done blown up, moving dope
Wasn't easy
Used to play with nicks on the block like I'm Beasley
Nigga calves

rocking Off-White (b-b-before that)
Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)
Walk with me like a dog might (mmm)
I got forty-four bulldogs, you

Two Thangs

Gucci Mane

Trap House [Clean]

2005

the lunch line with a honor roll

You pumpin' iron in the weight room
I'm on the grind got a nine in the weight room
And I never play softball
But I always

(Rodeo Drive, Cartier, Issey Miyake)
(Walter Van Beirendonck, Balenciaga socks)
(Iris van Herpen, you see what I'm workin)
(I walk down the runway)

Both barrels wanna play
So I let em' bang!

And Remember when I tell ya
You'll miss 100% of any shot You didn't
Even bother to take
Stay motivated by

blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his

I wake up in the morning I wake And I bake 
I fuck with the real you fuck with da fake
Ain get no handouts I filled my own plate
Surrounded by love I

'll remember
Say you'll remember
Baby ooh (say you'll remember)
I will love you 'til the end 

I will love you
I will love you
Time
I will love you
I

What It Ain't

TLC

Rhymes Galore

2000

Popeye's, and Arby's
I shop at Walter's Bright Creek
In a mall with Steve and Deke
I hang out at Bankhead
You prefer Buckhead
Your favorite color is hot

I Cross My Fingers

Perry Como

One More Time

2006

. .
If you were my girl . . .
If you were my girl . . .
Music by Walter Kent 
With lyrics by Walter Farrar , 1950

just can't fight it
At least not alone ain't that ironic
Ain't that ironic
Truth is how I feel ain't always true
God I'm seen and known by you
They threw

awesome
It’s Gucci Mane, the glacier baby
You know I’m awesome

So icy is my company
And millions made monthly
Managed by my aunt-y, I make a lotta currency

Won’t be the same
Old dog, new day
It’s best this way
Blasé, Blasé

I remember when they counted me out
Now it’s quiet like the whole arena just

a palace is cost me a lot
I let it rock like i'm Weezy, work with the left like i'm Beasley
I don't get mad that's beneath me
Wonder while I watch the Knicks

a professional like Mike Beasley
I'm in the big league
It is no mystery why I'm not missing
The shots leaves you history
Miss me with the bitchery
I'm not

a professional like Mike Beasley
I'm in the big league
It is no mystery why I'm not missing
The shots leaves you history
Miss me with the bitchery
I'm not