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that's a real cold front
Charm like a glacier stones so blue
Look like papa smurf standing in a igloo
Broke niggas wonder how I got my bread up
Let em see

can't love nobody...
Tell them hoes I'm sorry..
I can't trust em no more...
They watching my pockets...
I can't go for broke hoe...
Trust might cause

me boy cuz I'm bout it
Yeah I'm bout it
Call my brothers now we mob bout it
Yeah we mob bout it
Couple shooters you know I got em'
Make yo' ass a topic

tell me
Leave the streets alone
But they see I just won't listen
They say "just let him go"
They got me at running back and
Now I'm runnin' 'em back

than your name
Tell me 'bout the songs that you sing
In your room by yourself
With no shame

Ooh pretty boy!
Look at the way that you glow
Talking 'bout

pockets fat then forgot how to act
I can't help but just laugh
Yea
I been way too geeked
And the whip 2 seat
Skrrt
You can't get like me
Somebody tell em

can stop me
I ani't stopping cause I am down
Look at me
What you see
You want me dead
Take your shot
Take your aim
That's what you said
I'm right here

That boy is a lame fit him in a locker
Tell me why ya hoe tryna get in my boxers
Me and gang is so rich we eating hibachi
Lil hoe I'm too clean they call

long
See I'm about to take off
For goodness sakes I am on
Just leave it up to ya boy
Just leave it up to me
I'mma always find another way to get by
Get

Professional Rapper

Snoop Dogg

Professional Rapper

2015

could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I

Rider

Lil Wayne

The Sound of Revenge [Bonus Disc]

2005

the beef or we could do the peace, as long as you ain't speaking my name
My partna told me you was jocking homie, and my other boy said the same
The result

This shit could make a thug cry
J Von

I've been ridin' with different pistols

Bro gone, I'm like why, just hold on
Let me get that boy for 30

a shoelace
They too fake, and I'm too real, yeah, boy

[Chorus: hockey sample]
Look out!
Cause I'm just too fake for the world
I know it's just a game to me

trash
I know I just did that
Fuck for the boys
Where the girls at
This for the young women
You'll get through that

Keep praying
Don't let em tell you not

Shae
He got plans with the devil
Round my neck I need
VV embezzle
This youngin too hot
Like a kettle
Tell em bitches
Keep walking stiletto
Got the gang

Here Comes Kane, Scoob and Scrap

Big Daddy Kane

Looks Like a Job For...

1993

to sing.
Some say there's a party, but it looks like a job to scrap.
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap.
Me and Scoob, we run together through

See if I'm still that same ol me in a pair of black jeans, wife beater, and a Stetson hat
And I bet that's facts, bet I live my raps
Tell em if they

exists, just
Look at Flint, come on now

They looking at me like they
Can tell I had enough
I looking back at em (I am)
I ain't in no rush (No way)
Baby

no swiping
So in step for the sweep
I Dont know why u dont like me
Frustrating, force em to rush he like fuck waiting
I may look like I dont want it,

Running them boys
Give em no choice

Shut down the show
I'm making moves, I gotta go
Cop me some jewels, I need some more
Make sure my bag don't hit

I don’t know want got into me, If I knew still couldn’t tell ya
PreZidentt from that country scene, n***a there from Vidalia
Nepp gon’ ghost can’t go

Why Me Baby?

Keith Sweat

The Best of Keith Sweat: Make You Sweat

2004

Step off, just a friend
People used to tell me, ¡°L, she was fakin`¡±
But I couldn`t see it, I was blinded by love
Nothin` was too expensive
No night

couldn't raise me
Block boy eatin' gravy
Mama couldn't even save me

Had the block going crazy servin' babies
Tell the crackheads come and hurry
The devil

She just wanna playboi (Oh oh)
I just want a carti on my wrist
I'm not the type to play boy
Run em up like cardio too quick

All of yo bitches they