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about what my lil' brother do
Or get your ass hit up in the club wit' a double deuce
Hustle Gang, give a damn what a sucker do
Doors up in the verte Lamb
Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love?
Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love?
Now, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar
What's
wit' us, I'll put a foot up yo ass
Collect calls from the pen so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if
real niggas fuck wit me
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Hi hater, arivederci its Co-bizzy
Hands on the paper, so far gone like I know Drizzy
leave
I always know you coming home
I know what's home
You know what's home
Ain't nothing wrong
I rock I rock
Just drown up in it and watch
I said I rock
caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise 'em up proper by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin' me
Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
[Cam'Ron]
Uhh Killa Let's Get It On
When it comes to beef, YES! indeed it get hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS
I get what I want
Like Liam Neeson in taken
More time up in the studio cooking
Come like kitchen need apron
I remember back when the jakes was
a radiator, but I'm in danger nigga what!?!
Put the wax on the blunt. Fire it up
And you know I stay high boy I'm never drunk
Call me Blunt G. and I'm rollin'
a radiator, but I'm in danger nigga what!?!
Put the wax on the blunt. Fire it up
And you know I stay high boy I'm never drunk
Call me Blunt G. and I'm rollin'
wit y'all
Just because we say we want to fuck we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryin' to make us some change
We ain't impressed by what
Get you up in the room and drippin up wit the groom
I give it to you anyway you want to have it
Baby is a horse and yes of course I'ma have to break
and keep up and move right alone
The day is kind of off but I can get it on
I'm taking it step by step and when the night is in depth
It's cool 'cause
that's what I'm thinkin
Roll Wit It
We can go slow wit it
I'm a give u enuff time to make up your mind
So if u wanna ride wit it and let me slide in it
hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit niggas hitting at Rule, don't even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're
tonight?
How would you like a dude to be forward tonight?
Its a hip-hop breaker when you do dat booty-shaker
I'm all out wit sum love ain't no
wit it
Ride wit it
Ride wit it
Ride wit it
Catch a case boy what it's worth
Choppa still take you off the earth
Sonin all these niggas since birth
speakers
Walk up smelling like the loud wit no respect for teachers
Bro Its 8 a.m
And I been up all night playing Madden wit Mears so I ain't here for home
broke, then you broke wit' a nigga
Stand by me, Fill my needs
Heal my wounds, be my peace
I need you, you 'ont need me
But together we'll forever be free
way
He ridin by tryna spy begging me to stay
What's up wih wit chu
Sis
What's up wih wit chu
Sis
What's up wih wit chu
Sis
What's up wih wit chu
Sis
boys too catty to grip on a thingy one call away to get chingy
She tryna grind wit me I aint pretty ricky its sticky I might let her count up the lizzy
it
Look at what I can do
Gave my money the blues
Niggas tryna get a clue
But you can't copy the tunes
Imma take every risk
Like I got nothing to lose
give a taste
Bossed up making money moves
She can’t help it, What it do
She own it all the way
Strutting down like a runway
Drink up , Put your drink up
Rob em blind like I'm John Cina you can't see me
Grab that package like I'm Tony whatchu bring me
I said put it right there like I'm Chingy
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