die They don't care They would not have us starve to death We're so cold We're freezing and there's nothing left They don't care I'm sure that they wouldn
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how much I spent 'Cause, I'm droppin' hits daily, you burn me, really? Think Bad Boy been played a million times An' I don't care if niggas write a
and I don't understand God damn you got me sinkin' in quicksand But since I don't know and I ain't never learned I gotta get paid, I got money to earn
.. G-O-D, F-A-T-H-E-R Hoes start runnin when they see my car Even though I'ma pro wrestling star they know I, don't play and I gotta get paid Everything
you know what I'm sayin'? They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga' They say you a black man Yo, I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand
, I'm back in the diss mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload On this so-called government we've got If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot
You cannot fill these shoes I just want to be famous But be careful what you wish for I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist They call me Slim Roethlisberger I
over And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss you, oh I just miss you, oh I just miss you
happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) and I..and I'm coming for your stash When I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) Get
of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant
that I'm nice right And I ain't got to cram, but in a minute I might write And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long A lot of money and a
a Pyrex jar Naw, I ain't the millennium raw, Kool G or K.R I'm just doin' me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin' hot MC Don't get it twis', don't get add to
though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
Orleans My rims so clean they spinnin like a world-wind Pull up at the club bitches textin they girlfriends They know who i is they know who i am I be
R D up, W O R D up I said, "W O R D up, W O R D, D" W O R D up, W O R D up I said, "W O R D up, W O R D, D" All, pretty ladies around the world I got
I don't care if you broke or not I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not Nigga, I still smoke the glock Give your face polka dots, y'all better
