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god damn
When it's time to go slide while it's sunny, yeah
Lil baby wanna lift up her skirt, she wan throw her lil ass, lil baby wan twerk
When I come

keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up

up)
Ayy, catch 'em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (shoot it up)
Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, Double Dutch (ayy)
Ayy, lil bro over

hint caught in a tweet
(By then I all but knew)
Dialed him up, Cuzzo let it ring
(Quickly called his mom)
Home Alone, she was outta town
(Felt fear in my

3 am and I can't sleep 
She say shut up, I'm like make me 
Taking shots no safety on 
Hoping I make it home, I know that's risky 
Ironically a sober

I Mean That There

Chamillionaire

The Truth (Chopped & Screwed)

2008

to give a special shout out to Kazaa
Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep making beats
Chamillionaire gon be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets
I speak

slow it down or I go psycho
Sometimes I stay faded like I'm Michael
I guess I'm going forward with my eyes closed (Yeah Yeah)
Ain't no back up plan bitch

smoked like gelati (gelati)
Dope out the dollar, we throw the narcotics
Dancin' erotic, got dope in her body
Bought the Bentayga, couldn't do the lil

I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya

my only fan bothered by ya ex man when he be up on the gram she said you a dub had to ruin homies plans I’m just keeping it a stack hold this grand 
Me

entrée
Woahh I need a round Need one more round
So won’t cha Ah Drop it down And throw it around
Big fine slim thick You know I need her
Poking that lil

the rip though, I pull that
Lil Jon and tell him, "Get low"
From the get-go
This pop can cause a panic at the disco
(yeah)
You get just what you get though,

Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not

Yelling out M8v3 this Shit getting haptic,
Everything Dead yes n***a I said it,
Dont step close get shot thru the T,
I'm the cuzzy I throw up the Cz,
I'ma

more up
Keep on filling it up till it over spill
Grab me a solo that shot is to lil
Killing my liver got it reassembled
The son of David could see

the pound yeah
I bring it in by the pound

I bring it in by the pound yeah
I bring it in outta town yeah
No I ain't playing around yeah
Lil boy gone get gun

Cause all I do is pipe her down lil baby, throw that back
She like
Damn baby, shake it on the poll
Pop it for a Mac, drop it down and get it low
Bitches

and make the green fall
We past seasons
Rose’ up in my right hand
The left be clutching the knots
Think I’m Killah Cam
Asked if she going suck it or not

or the slightest of clout

Throw it back in time lil mama 
Ayyya
Throw it back in time lil mama
Ayyya
Marty Mcfly can see you got game 
So throw it back in time lil

You make me wanna pull up on you
In a Benz truck on you
I just wanna kiss on you, touch on you
Keep it hush like Lil Kim and Cease A Leo
Shoot my

Baby Girl

Wiley

Playtime Is Over

2007

gettin' it
Just so me and you eat

She's daddy's little gal
Daddy's little gal

She knows daddy ain't washed up yet
'Cause I'm livin' in the studio, lost,

if you show up
We gon blow up, n I kno yo main ting knows us
Gettin top for tickets shii I guess Im in my glow up
I remix it then I flip it, it ain't

at me then throw dirt on me
But, I know bitches change, so, I'm used to it
You got me stuck up in my ways like glue, lil' bitch
I hit it from the back,

Put a smile on ya face, its a new day
If ya ain't up to it,  do it anyway
We got a lot to be thankful for,  I say
A lil attitude adjustment, go