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fuck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I

will forge it
I am so pure and so gorgeous
Iiiiii'm sick of you niggas
I'm sick of you whores
Pimples in all of your pores
Walk on all fours
Can't

R.I.P, cause your friend DIE
Knocked the dreads off the nigga, left him bald, Mr. Clean
He was tryna be a wolf, but he was more like a sheep
All that

on my neck, I can drown (let's go)

I Uber Eat Mr. Chow (Chow)
Something to put in her mouth (mouth)
I make her fly to the West (okay)
Then tell that

By the Way

Young Jeezy

The Recession

2008

on me
Know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way
I'm in the zone by the way
And You can call me
Mr. get em gone by the way
I did it

'm wait, I can't wait to do it, lil' nigga
Like the shit that you pop in your music, lil' nigga
Got a bitch that I hit every Tuesday, lil' nigga
Send

in your deep end
In my head I can't sleep
Hold me down and I'm tweaking
Lemme drown in your deep end
Bring that ass for the weekend

Go go go
Shake

Mr. Potato Head

Game

Ghost Unit

2005

I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!

there's no batteries in my back
I show you

They yellin', "Bobby put the crack down!"
A nigga makin' money off of rap now
So I had to pass the trap down
In the studio, I feel like Uncle Sam

f*** you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I

I'll take your block and flood it with some flavors
I'm a hustler, go ask Mr. Doug, bout his neighbor
I'm a hustler, that don't mean I won't front page

Morning After Dark

Timbaland

Shock Value II

2009

Hello Mr. Mosley
I'm glad you're my maker
My Loyalty lies in your hands, you're my breath taker
Your body, your kiss is in unknown demand
So take

blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG

Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
I pull up with all the bowls

I pull up with all the hoes
I pull up

smile, I can see the bitch veneers (cheese)
Man, that pussy got powers, that lil' bitch so fierce (so fierce)
Think about it in my sleep, that little

Game Krossed

Mr. Shadow

Pit Bossing

2001

[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?

[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit

[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Snapper you got the gauge

So I switch it up for a second and put on the Bongos
I feel like Dami 'cause I take your shawty 
And put in that work, I ain't talkin' trabajo
If he

Lock in empty your mind, think of bag only
Told her fuck you I don't want you like some ravioli
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't

put your heart in this game
Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game
(Lil Wayne)
Well correct me when I'm worng

talkin' jurassic
Play with my love
If you wanna get tragic
Aim at your heart
You can say I planned it
Send him to the stars
Ya he sleep with the planets
Ya

not to live like a thug
I dun' ran all my obstacles over
I'm crushin' ya' head
I ain't talkin' bout bone
Got the rock in my hand
I'm ready to roll
Stack

out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral

back
Mrs mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
She let me hit, straight from the back
And oh, I think I love that bitch
I think I love that bitch
I

In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I