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and swangas (swangas), tops chopped with that trunk lit
Chunk a deuce with fingers (fingers), boy, we ain't on that punk shit!
[?] veteran that ain't too many

Karo, them jugg games
That boy got hit, he a hood name
I'm rich but I still got hood pain
Mixing up soda, with that drank
In the A throw racks at the Blue

You were gone for a little while
But I still got time yeah
I still got time for your lovin'
We were close but you'd never know
By the way you show
By

I am Greytest ayy Kyd, make me a beat like

It be something 'bout your vibe
That be throwing me off
Middle fingers to the ones
Remember counting me

I'm chasin I just got to keep it real y'all
But yet and still yall, promise I'm still raw
You know I got distemper I mean I'm I'll dog
Dollar dollar

Shooters when you walk in, we got the heat by the door (Yeah)
You see what we on
He got a key on the stove
Send you a p to your home, a reef on your

the streets then it's on sight
Bad lil' bitch she my wife
Got a ring on her finger
Treat her like Beyoncé
She's not a singer
But she do what I say, when I say

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2

2009

dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow

on they mind like a memory
Even with amnesia they remember me
Look I'm putting pimpin' all over they mention
And if they got fingers they feeling me
I never

Back Up off Me

U.N.L.V.

Straight Out Tha Gutta

effect
Nigga I still thought niggas livin' violent kimo by by my side
If ya ever slip my pass that mean yo ass want to die
i'm tellin' you like this 'cause

with the sun in my eyes
beneath present moment skies,
squinting and wondering how I got here.
Going through the contents of my backpack,
shaking out

til you die, yup!
And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got em
And this was

Baguettes all on my fingers got bitch feenin'
Baguettes all on my bitch got a bitch wet dreamin'
Two K for the jeans you can tell by the seams
Shawty

Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't

Ooh, been time away
I've been smoking down by the river
Still miles away
Where the sun goes down in the winter
Where the sun goes down in

Model house life meltdown
Still a modern dream let down
It kills me, you know I'm dying out here
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure

a pin far from here
I heard the middle east is nice this time of year
I seen your bubbles pop up then they disappeared
Are you still there
We got off

cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in

I don't need no one to slide Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him

I don't need no one to slide
Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren
Know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him

in, know hoes come by the ten
Super savage I don't do average nothing
All my exes Lexus, Benz, BM-dubbin'
All my niggas got the bag via dealin'
Me I

ain't gon' make it to summer
Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color
New York City motherfuckers
I got the post by the finger

M.I.A.

Missin' Linx

2001: A Rhyme Odyssey

2000

as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em

M-I-double S-I-N Linx, missin'

money
Make money all the time
Middle finger to the sky
Screaming fuck the other side
Thinking money, get money
Got money on my mind
Get money, get money,