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don't want to chill lil baby (I don't)
Telling her no or maybe
I'm a saint but my soul need saving
Like Ripley's
Believe it or not big blickys
Been bout

nancy

They call me dog well I guess I aint lit
I call her for more and she still on my hip
I she freak by the feel of her lips
The real mvp do it like

nigga do your research
I'ma run the game till my feet hurt
I just cut her off, I don't stress on her
They'll label me as the drip donor
I know I look

uh, eh
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)

Open her like mosh pit, mm 
Grip on me like cockpit, mm

here havin' his way 
And like the third Migo, I take 
(Bitch, what?)
Load up the Drac'
What else are they gonna play?
It's however niggas wan' take

Open her shirt, she keeps flashing and shit
Don't wanna fuck, now shes having a fit
Q50 speed off, I'm not crashing the whip
High as fuck so I'm

left
That bitch tryna line me
She outta her mind
Like
Bitch you not getting the chance
You not from this side
Little Boy you a fan
Like
You need to get

Cause every time I think of the music
The moves
Like when does it all ever make sense?
Do I just not have the patience?
Do I just not have the patience?
I

it looks like
Black brudda telling little white lies
Blinded by love so he can't see
It went down in the dms and the addison lee
Then I kicked her out

the only way to stop me is By killing me
Niggas just not use to it, but this shit Like a drill to me
The opps they want promotion so we Had to put em

signed by Ellen off of YouTube
Does your contract say you have
To look like her, too?
We all know your music, but let me just say
Tell me why, Charlie

Why

My Dear

Tha Alkaholiks

X.O. Experience

2001

asked her what she do, "She said videos and modelin'"

My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me but I know you very well
So let me tell you 'bout

bitch with tats by her ass
There were some times we were shopping in class
Me and my niggas we switched up the fashion
Shit dat I seen know you couldn't

to it make it
Seen yo luscious looking friends charge my way thought you got me
Not impressed, not by them, no they look no they watching oh
Why you like

it tender
Oh she likes it rough

She's so fine
Although you're not the only one
Love all the time
She can't be satisfied by one

She can't be satisfied

A bag
Patty cake a patty cake Bitch nigga play we bake Hers man
Ring around the rosey said The chopper made em do a Dance
Down by the bay down by The bay

Enough

Gil Scott-Heron

Evolution (And Flashback): The Very Best of Gil Scott-Heron

1999

eaten away by plauge and insanity, flesh falling like strips of bark from a termite-infested tree, bones rotting turning first to brittle ivory then

to, hit the pavement daily 
You gotta, have-your, weight up
She's not impressed by accepting you gifts,
Your Marc, Jacobs
When you got her on your team

on top this spaceship with me
The higher that we go
I make you lose control 
I tell you something you do not believe
Believe me
Ideas like babies they're

to blinded by your lies
She took the slide 
And lonely 
And it was lonely

Now you tell me ,
Didn’t think she was hurting?
You flip flapped in her face 
Like

to a little bit of me-oh-mi-oh-so
Well I asked her if she'd like to sit a spell
I play my guitar well
She just smiled and passed on by
Guess that's the story

Walk in I'm shinning, I'm shinning like ouu
Pull up, I'm dropping then dropping the coupe
Hop in then, murk it, I do what it do
Might get her a Birkin,

her ass
Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (spin)
All of these stones could never be glass
I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (skrrt)
A new pink Patek,

Internet Going Nutz

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers