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Sun came out this morning, not a care in the air today
BBQ queing by the food, food
Couple cute girls on the way
Told her bring some friends wit em

James Harden
I been so out the mix you probably barely even notice me
Still keep a ten hitting notes like she jodeci
Ex hit my line but it's a strong hell

the occassion


Thinking lately
How could I make you my lady?

Your thick thighs
Got me mesmerized 
As of lately

I'm hypnotized
By your eyes
Baby, you crave me?

For Real
By: Singa B
Composed By: Nrsimha (Singa B) Bromfield

Hook
I stay out the way for real
These streets is too cold for real
I’m doin my thang

like hell 
Had to pay for it 

Just give it some time 
And I promise one day I'll solve it all by myself
As long as I play right 
My faith still stay

that chain game
If they riding with me then we on the same thang
Listen here bitch I ain't finna play the blame game
Big dawg ain't talking bout no Great

they play wit dem thangs
We do not come out and hang
Pop up and swerve on em
I just be curving them
Then I go back to my lane
I hit the stage and I snap

baby girl I'm worth it
You try to play me then I'm swerving
I'll get a badder bitch on purpose
I get your bitch make her try some thangs
Fucked off a 4

and play so to the mall we Andale
I got the key to my city, I got your girl to give me face
It ain't no thang like Meek Milly yea I want that fucking wraith

the label you know we ain't gon play
GMB the gang
You know we sliming thangs
SFG the label you know we ain't gon play
(Gunibangbangpow)
If Dani Jackal huh try

ain't really come to play no games we run this thang
You see birds and the apes you better gone and change lanes
The mercenaries and clink kong we see its

I'm in the trap by myself im a loner 
Run up on me you a goner
Grew up on da block serve on da corner
I got dem thangs you want em Don't Cha, Don't Cha,

and she play the rules by my game 
When i hit her deep off in her guts she's calling my name 
She top me off riding in the foreign in the fast lane

I went a coped a roley 
And it's a plain Jane 
My bitch a boss 
Just like her dog 
She copped the same thang
I went a coped a roley 
And it's a plain

before now
This aint my first time...maybe not my last time
I know, I know
It aint no thang, you can get anyone you want now
But now you catching feelings

Old... Old... Old Thang Back
O... OTB
By middle school, I was spitting more lyrical
Realizing how the game was becoming more pitiful
Snap rapping wasn't De

It's Ronni Mo from the 540 nigga
Yeah
Drop top round your city
With your boo she do thangs
Smoke one til we litty
Spilt some on my new chain
She

(Ouch)
(Work, work)
Uh
I'm so high I can't even feel my face no more
Damn
She so fine I cant even, wait no more
Dj play that song for them bad

Money Good

Young Buck

Buck the World

2006

y'all (YEAH!)

Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
Work for the money money

Live or Die

Naughty by Nature

19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury

1999

We comin' with them thangs, and we ready to ride 
(Where they at? Let's get 'em!) 
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)

the main reason why your girl mia
Flexing gettin that pay major moves making plays
Aye
That's the only way I know to be
Bitches love me like I'm Jodeci
Never

the weasel
For tryna play me in the
Paint like Shaq Diesel
See i'm a lil man wit' a big thang
But I'd rather make big change in the game
See the block gets hot

You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and
Peep some game from me

You just a BI I TCH!

thang
And I gotta play it cool
I might have played myself
Writing this song for you

Summer, hotel by the beach
Winter time, we kick it in the mountains