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Yeah, Cindy she’s not herself unless she’s smoking crack
Seven times she got stabbed in the back by your…
She dealt with many times before
That’s what she gets for being a…
She walked the streets… mini skirt
With the… damn, I know what Kitty heard
Ten hours shift, she’s thinking about retiring
I I I think she lying man!
She suck a Jewish lawyer …
And ain’t about the money, trying to get back to my daddy
Plus I seen her trying to smoke crack in the alley…
..that’s the point
Bitch, get my mother fucking drink, bitch!
…don’t put it in the right glass and… please
You fucking stupid bitch!
Treat you like garbage, bitch!
Bitch, come here
Put your breasts on my pinky ring, bitch
Get my mother second drink, bitch!

As I ride….
So I can see my bitches in the… business
Best believe I’m drinking…
How you think I got the… on me
Trying to get this Puff Daddy money
…but all my bitches call me…
Three shades of green…
Hey, bitches look like they’re…
Bitch, get my money before I kill ya
You know the life you chose, and now you wanna be a mother
The kid would be retarded, you can add him to his brother
Do the world a favor…
…my nails are… you see me shining
Now get the fuck off my car and save a joint
We’re getting… that’s the point, bitch!

I’mma get me some pussy!
…slowly approaching and…
Pussy so flurry, twenty four…
Ten for a BJ, but free for a free base
Before she approaches, I wanna peak at the turkey
Make sure that is … so it won’t turn my dick to turkey
Open the door, now she sat down, she took a…
She caught rush, and make the hooker ground
Let’s talk about me, I’m always on the road
Got a little dick, many of the secrets I behold
… name is… born in the Bronx, Puerto Rican
Drive a trunk…
…now I’m on a mission
..naked, shooting dope up in the kitchen
Falling asleep right on the …
..I’m still a heater, yeah!

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Speaking of the president he don't like it when we overlook
Last year he was y crock always been a crock hand the money I supposed to feel itchy
You are still a bitch if a bitch be he made the paper never made his seat lay back
In a ..champagne eat all that twenty angels made of … transcript on the back seat of ..
Yeah you lost it kid you lost it kid .. out of shorts all up in the .. bad town
With the penis in a bit of lamb shorty will take her .. and the stupid bitch you consider fine
He is one of a kind off the couch he pissed in enough he rebook it poetry aim is strong as a ..
.. from flash it and you know it bitch
Why always so negative
If you have problems
Why don't you piss over
.. money in this talk of thing
Got nothing to worry about

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Chorus:
Smoke some, bitch!
Blow a kiss with my dick,
Wash my body with the sponge
Feed me flavor rice, but they're... to get my lungs
Telling me you let the... or some.. shit
Black... we're both about to be rich!

Lead a party with your daughter
In the morning do karate in the water
He sounds... don't fuck with...
A bunch of winners, catering lunch and dinner
While my ... looks so empty
Drop a hook, and I'll probably... an entry
Long nights, that's a new event
Somebody tried to send me to Heaven, they'll be sent
Oh, off the... caviar... your taste!
All the beans are getting...
Authentic nights, I skate across the lake
With the CCM tags, my feet are like...

Chorus:
Blow a kiss with my dick,
Wash my body with the sponge
Feed me flavor rice, but they're... to get my lungs
Telling me you let the... or some.. shit
Black... we're both about to be rich!

Yeah, with eighty thousand shopping mall
But we ain't brought some popping hood
..hoping that my days won't be dark and...
..a propaganda for ...
They're going with... pulling up those...
They cause a storm in sunny weather
Sunny weather is sunny weather
Hoping that my days get hoping, hoping days get better!

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Kiss me underneath the mistletoe, show me baby that you love me so

… touch on my body like a hot toddy
All of these years I tried to pipe her, roddy
Since I was busting clear water from a baby dick
I seen her kiss another motherfucker made me sick
Snow ball fights, now she like the snow ball gods
All 4 5’s, coke all night, lacerations on the…
D pads like Pat Ewing, call lights, flash twice
Hop in a black Buick
Came back, … on the facial, relationship’s been in a racial
SHawty says she need someone that’s slightly larger
Like a player from the Viking Chargers
Cause she grew up with a frightening father
Never presents under tree, that’s the problem’s root
Strange fruit when the children are neglected
Disconnected, dying young from the directless
You better listen or respect this
Or loose your motherfucking necklace, bitch

It’s the most beautiful time of the year
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I’ma be under the mistletoe
I don’t wanna miss her on the holiday
But I can’t stop staring at your face
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I’ma be under the mistletoe, with you.

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This shit is jammin tho..

[Asher Roth]
In here bloody and muddy
I’m smashing bottles of bubbly
Run for cover, brother
This thing here b-bout to get ugly
Under a submarine bares the kitchen cupboard be
Californication agin’ more than David Duchovny
You making my Jack a double please
Serve it with the knuckle cheese
Crocodile Hunter and some Buddy Lee Dungarees
Barney Rubble, trouble lover, something Hubble never seen
Floating like a butter wing stinging like a bumble thing
I love it when I hear them scream, eat it like a tangerine
Make you feel uneasy like your feet up on a trampoline
Don’t be so deceiving with your penis eating fantasy
My semen is the meanest, undefeated when I plant a seed
Hatin on me, hatin on me, wait for my decay
You gon have to wait longer, I won’t ever go away
It’s like they say: you go to Vegas and most of it will stay
You in dirty with some herpes, is it worth the price you pay?
You deserve it little twerp, on the verge of something great
Til some overrated lames in the game got in the way
I’mma have to take it over: James and D Wade
It’s neither the Black Sheep, would you look at David Spade?
Yeah I’m here to save the day, Caped Crusader, Super 8
If you’re squeamish at proceeding I suggest you look away
Yeah, beat it, best believe it when arena takes the stage
You need a lighter when I feed em a liter of Tanqueray
Teething a type of pain, 18 is the riper stage
It ain’t easy to fight the feeling when dealing with hype and fame
Leading the life of caine, I’ll leave him and swipe his chain
Breathing, nice to meet you
Good evening, glad you came..

[Action Bronson]
First of all, don’t ever say a fuckin thing about the homie
Call a favor in and leave your dyke mother very lonely
You a phony doggy, holy shit
Know the flow exquis-
Eyes low, one-handed I control the whip
No reservations needed to get the table
I walk in, the chef calls me “Chef” that’s my label
? infuse the oil, basil
Standing like a man in situations, get disabled
A lot of hundreds in the jacket pocket
Know I blast the rocket, lift you in the air, just like an astronaut is
Lack the passion novice, we play on All-Madden
Old glow jackets, Navajo padded
Been a grown man since the day I was born, you strange and deformed
You sit at home while I get paid to perform
Now we put em on the Greyhound, 85 dollars
Better choose wise bitch, you fuckin with some scholars
Old Impalas, jumping like Rasheed Wallace
Smoking joints like a barbecue pit
I’m honestly sick, some would say retarded and shit
My mind sharp cause I eat garlic and shit
Swervin the whip quick, little dick..

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