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Uh
Yea
Look
Bish FREEREE
They took my dawg
Momma ima Trap$Tar
Momma I’m Trap$Tar
Uh look
They took my dawg
I Say my prayers
Garb my blick
Momma Ima

Take My Stash

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash

my money, you

Rihanna
These male betas with crying attitudes, I ain't mad at you
My kind of fabric is well tailored to a Byron Allen suit

You are, you are

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, hey

I don't ever think about my life in the right sense
Maybe cause I've been trumped by my

were still together
Had rode
By your momma house
Seen your sister
She call me brother
You control my heart
Like them people control the weather

Remember

I be doing this shit on the regular
Gun got a name, as I pull out Mariah, u wildinout by the way that I carry it
Pop me a perc, then I finish

What's Real

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good

features ain't cheap, ain't no regular flow
Big bag like santa in the north with my pole
I came from the bottom, my struggle it shows
Tucked by the waist

Bentley Truck

Dave East

Karma

2017

a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hoppin' out
That's why I put my work by the fence
That's why I hit

1 Night

Z-Ro

Let the Truth Be Told

2005

[Trae]
[Z-Ro]
I wish I could have my loved ones back
Cause I'd love to have my loved ones back (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We don't have to feel

Shanghai

Nicki Minaj

Pinkprint [Deluxe Edition] [Clean]

2014

a ditch
I'm not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-a
Ain't got a knife in

She say you make money I can tell just by the smell
They think Eli vegetarian my pockets full of kale
She said do you love me I said only time will

Not trying work my life away
Mundane mind with a regular job
But I'm a still get mine when
There's crime to pay
I'm just trying to decide a way
Not

the air 
Bitch i ball
Like a pair Jordan's air 
Back on my grind
On my grizzy
I don't stop 
Wanna knock me
Tryna block me
From my shots
Bitch I
Bitch Bitch

pace
I never said this s*** was easy think i got what it take
I been out the mix I rather kick it by my doly
Them N**** hating on me and they don't even

Told the bitch I ain't never been regular
You lucky to even just be on my schedule
Ima run up 100 or better
Dese niggas be talking but yeah its

hundreds in my bed
This a regular day, counting money by the grand
Imma leave it to fate, let it lead me to the bands
Stop it
Know me and my brothers stay

Beat it up leave her cat bruised 
Then get her nails done and her tracks glued
Maxine My BLACK Queen, that's my momma and that's true
Pops never knew

In the scriptures I read we are mix with something different
Don't be belittled by niggas who couldn't tell you the difference
My essence I learned

do this for siblings and momma
And baby momma
And of course my lil mini me's
Got no energy for no enemies
Rather be Crawling through hundreds
Like

Momma told me that if you got it then you should be conceited
Never told me that if I tried it'd tear my heart to pieces
Same old record but still I

Mama love
For my momma
For my momma loveeee
Yo
Peace queen
Rolex on the east wing
Presidential suite
When you gonna be king
Life is like a beach

I tell my women they ain't  regular
You one a mine
And You could say I love you
That don't mean you staying down
An when they see you elevate
They

crush, my riches such is like slush
Come through in the clutch
Mix the lean with the Crush
The X6, whip the beamer truck
I'm deep in the cut
Smoked