nothing up my sleeve I need you here with me The last thing I would ever do Is try to hurt or frighten you I know you've heard this all before But won
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(feat. E.S.G.) [talking] Hump, where you at baby It's that Boss Hogg huh We got something to show y'all though Chop em up [AP] Get up all the ballas
Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills
come home or till all these other niggas here cash is gone and when we finally get the chance to speak as a pair and the beeper number is all you can
Chevy, ass tight pull off cuttin rubber, disappearin in the night [Chorus] Just like candy (candy) Just like candy Its the same feeling (looks good to me) [Eightball] 10
We got all the elements comin together on this track right here Earth Water Fire Wind [VERSE 1] I peeped your whole style, low profile I know now why
life of a Texan Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up Crawling purple passion, up in my cup I-10 to 71, mash the gas to Austin
to know so well Bathing in a bathroom That is bathed in the first blue light Of the beginning of a century At the end of an endless night Then she is wet
apple Communicate Watch and listen to the neglected mother of all Short tall children play with earth Eat rhubarb wet from the rain Beautiful fruits all
what You trippin on my set and you disrespectin Nigga better steppin fo' I leave dat ass wet and You upsettin my fuckin nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you wet
Connection 226 start static Comin out a nigga attic leavin holes in ya carriage I ride all night 'til I catch a bitch And when I catch, I auto matic wet
with black gats and macs Pay attention to gun blastin And fake buster harassin Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out Two choppers cocked ready to knot And chop up yo block Lock all
QU's finest Once the king puts his thing in the nappy You gon' be like the prince and sing when you're happy Beatnuts y'all Beatnuts y'all Beatnuts y'all
20 of trash, y'all smokin 'dro I'm like WHOA! And I'm bootleggin' your albums, I need the dough, you like WHOA! I know y'all hearin my shit, y'all know
slayin, A gotta couple dirty girls and they keepers. And plus I make the girls get wet like aquafina, It's goin down tonight, it's goin down tonight. All
