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Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
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'
just cannot ignore
Pinky ring bigger than yours
And my lean pinker than yours
My girl pussy pinker than hers
I bought a Porsche just to trap in
I
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
illustrating how I do damage
They keep my hands in raps cuz they say they're lethal weapons
For me it's a sparring session for you it's a boxing lesson
I'm
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
through the web until they find Charlotte
And I aim once again
That's when they said "Hold up, let's be friends"
My good one is close with my enemy so turn
Off the motherfucking Internet
Now I got a girl, no cap
Wanna suck her tit's?
Crack my lady's spine with your jungle stick
You sexy crick
My wife loves
Yo, see what I believe is, uh huh uh huh, 808 needs a remix
Oh Babe, is it true that your girl don't do the things I do?
Are you missin' this
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
call
I never think of you at all you aren't even my last resort
I bounce most quicker than the hop in the hip
Flow thicker, floating, I'm going off
Holiday Inn,
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee! My mellow!
It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
And I get cool just like a ceiling fan
F&N are best of friends
These packs are coming
Mail it in
My girl don't even like me
She just like me for my
don't know how to aim it
Go to war and I'm staying unscathed
Got a plate full of brains, it was made by your bae
Got a price on my head and I'm doing my
to settle a score
I said what good is having long bread
When your life is cut short, you know?
You can never be too sure
Your intuition going off
That's what
I saw your girl by MC New York
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Boy '88
Ayo, don't wanna diss you but
Your girls a freak
All in my face, every time I
about her good thing that she's got
Yeah, and she tipped out on it
See, ain't nobody gonna believe what to tell him no way, fool
Oh, yeah, girls, you
scorching hot
Run the block
Been on 2 Pac
Stay away my mood shot
I'm nice you not
Wipe your nose
I'm sick
Flu shot
Bad girl and I'm making her boobs knock
Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I
Keep it down on the low key (low key)
You should know how it feels (hey, hey!)
I seen
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
And Baby you are the reason why I'm fly
The reason I want you right by my side
Cause you're my heart. You keep me alive
I love you girl - girl
I met you off
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