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Intro:] I don't give f*** bout who u with An I don't give a lil fuk about what u did (Nigga) cause this that 85 cutlass shit o this The hit I'm bout to stand over public shit Yea day want it It's what they want [x6] They want that 85 Cutlass shit They want that hit

s out in the woods with his squirrel gun To try to recapture his anger He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs Until he begins to feel younger But back at his desk in the city we find Our trembling punch-drunken fighter Who can't find the strength now to

Chorus] One for the impala's, two for the gold d's, 3 for the switches, middle finger for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers up, two twisted for the westside. [x2] I used dribble the rock, down the block in

Girl you think you’re right all the time No matter how despicable the crime You’re a walking, talking B.O.M.B I guess you just weren’t made for monogamy When your lips ...

know I know I know I know I know I know (What you know Quan?) You ain't that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?) Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!) Them streets, they f*** with me strong And them bitches gon f*** just because money long You kno

abandoned me, Love don't live here anymore. Just a vacancy, Love don't live here anymore. When you lived inside of me, There was nothing I could conceive, That you wouldn't do for me. Trouble seemed so far away, You changed that right away,

Verse One] If you ain't heard I'm Lil' Boosie who be rappin bout that gangsta shit Aint satisfied unless I'm high and my bank get thick I'm the most underestimated rapper walkin the streets Niggaz on videos with money but can't talk it like me Cause they ain't sour like me Shit

Verse 1: Meek Mill] Free Boosie, real nigga In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga" It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas Had my hood hating now they came up I don’t know if it’s the money or the fak

SKINNY DEVILLE] feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggs hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades play her like a pimp type a nigga aint me with the tint the 35 percent so ya cant see fish scales shotgun pass the "L" to big

all my killers and my hundred dollar billers To emo kids that got too many feelings He held the register open while he counted her change I was next in line which meant I was invisible From where I stood I could see that the till was full He didn't look

will sing you pirate songs and tell you pirate stories Of Wendy when she'd had her fill of Peter Pan and the other Lost Boys Now, Wendy never was a girl to go against her friends But recall when Hook had kidnapped her and promised no good end Surrounded then by pirates an

T.I. Talking:] Still ain't forgave myself.. damn It's a lotta f***ed up shit that go down man.. You don't even know the half.. [Verse 1] Man I been in and outta trouble since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Qu

Wendy'd got herself a crew of ruthless men and brave And they'd terrorize the Lost Boys each and every Saturday. One day Wendy says to Peter, "I'd like more girls on my crew." So Peter goes a-hunting Lost Girls and brings back Green-eyed Sue. Green Eye