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Si Te Gusta
Como Te Gusta
Come se Mueve esta sin Tura
Como Te Gusta
Lo Mio Te Gusta Como Te Gusta Si te Gusta

There he go again there he go again
How he spending all that money? I
Swear this will never end
They say, "There he go again
There he go again"
How he

Knocked his ass out and kissed
Him on the cheek, uh
He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh
I run this city, might have
Thought I wore some

figure
Body look like gold
All these niggas hoes, trick 'em
You see and you go sic 'em
Then fuck 'em, they not pimpin'
That Rolls Royce color blush
And I

niggas get they bag to, nigga
This that shit them strippers'll
Shake they ass to
I'm rocking the Prada, got money galore
I ain't look at the tag
I change

We getting money bro
We don't gotta pretend too
Hopping off the flight, I
Touch down around ten, dude
And I land bout 10 too
Imma have that bitch I

Them niggas down him
Just a couple brown men tryna
Get some clean money (yeahh)
Oh this is life well it's alright I
Got this hotel for the night
But for

Yeah, I don't wanna live sometimes, so I'ma get high
Just like a kid sometimes, but know I'ma get by
'Cause I'm too young to say, "Bye, bye"
Too young

and T-Love

Summon old tablets when I burst a verse
I don't know if it's a blessing
Or somewhat of a curse
Before I spit I get the money first
Rarely do I

And I'ma keep gettin' money til
I reside in the grave
I'm the truth I only lied in the case
But the judge still sent me
Inside of the cage
Where I stabbed

(I need it)
Try cop me a yard by twenty-three, say it's nuttin' but beef and trap (work)
See, I'm tryna move this cap but my mans going on rude

rice for the free
I'm a creature fresh off the bench
Gettin' head by the bleachers
Coach put me in, Retro 4's on my sneakers
She give me top
That lil' ho

talkin' 'bout power, get my respect by force
In the back of the Rolls Royce Cullinan, used to have crack in my jaw
Lemme show you real quick, lemme break

I like an independent girl, but she gotta be a freak
And make her own money, keep my business out the streets
Fuck so good make me cake for a week

Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I-I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five, I'll send those packs to your doorstep
In

can hide behide a curtain
Write letters perhaps a handsome senator will
Take her by the glove, he'll face the
People helpless - they will fall in love

you threw a verse beside E-40
We both know they won't know
What they can't see cause they can't go
It's just me and you
We them niggas with clean money

O Vanity Fair-Vanity Fair! This might have been, but for you..."
(from the novel Vanity Fair (1848) by William Makepeace Thackeray


VANITY FAIR

hunnids 
Like it's nothing 
Hot as Miami 
(During World War 3 
Shake that ass for me)
A pimp place is in a ho face 
You understand me

Money by

ROLL INSIDE YOUR SOUL TO KNOW THE THINGS THAT YOU NEED AND FEEL
EVERY TIME THAT YOU’RE BY MY SIDE I CAN’T GET SERIOUS BECAUSE YOU GOT ME

COLD CHILL DOWN

to relatives, I had to start from the basics
Just don't take it over God, that's when you makin' those statements
Know we live by the code, rock the finest