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song
Put your hand em round' my waist
We jammin inna de place now
Boy you're sweet like tart
No need to worry, only you have my heart
Put your hand em

different
You keep trying to open me up just to read my intentions
I been curving girls left and right but you got my attention
Guessing when you better yo

Tha Hood, went solo, nigga
Testarosa back then, ex polo nigga
Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga?
When you sayin' my name it's free promo,

It's Capital you know it’s pocket all season
When you see the cracks on my iPhone X screen
I'm a shot caller here to remind them kill off the high

ass (woo)
Turn that shit off and move your ass (uh)
Get my money, bitch, make it fast

Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all

The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?

put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here

I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I

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E-40

The Element of Surprise [Clean]

1998

it`s sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that`s about to get jacked

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E-40

The Element of Surprise

1998

ballin guru ass type shit you
Can relate to, wake to, `scape to when it`s sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my

(Ayy, yo, Zale this shit sell off)

I used to sit back in my cell and say, "Nah, this can't be it"
Fresh home, back to the trap, my girl moanin'

yeah)
Watch yourself before we make you next (yeah)
I'm thinkin' drive by

Walk down, curb side, head shot
Pull up, pull up, pull out
Sawed off

Hot [Remix]

Young Thug

Hot

cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old

good it ain't bad she says it ain't makin her mad
Getin money on the streets 
For sugar daddy she's on her knees

Off the streets and into my bed doesn't

freestyle off of these messages
Please can you tell
Okay this is a girl writin' this
Please can you tell my uh, boyfriend Danny
That I love him loads, with

they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first

wan't that," ha

He left for some days, I cleared out my sched', I cleared out my head
You dropped off at mine, I say that we fled, "No, you pick

hands
Wish upon a shooting star
The Lord hears my prayer
To keep you near to love with no fear
You want that good lovin', baby girl
I'm right here

Need

some better prices
I cashed out on eleven twice, it's like my bread is righteous (my bread is good, papi)
You violate, you put your head in vice grip

that
I had in the
Land to battle you and cut your hands off
Take your mans off of the scene and do the
Same thing to form all day for the green
I’m

and barriers, should've cried more at my grandmother's burial

And the world is gone and I don't care, you know there's no going back
The world is dead and I

how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every