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Still I Luv Her Ft. Young Dro

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

Still I Luv Her Ft. Young Dro

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Walk This Way Ft. Cee-Lo

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

Walk This Way Ft. Cee-Lo

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What chu wanna do wit em on this one man?
The Pimp Squad Click gotta spit sum pimp shit,
I dunno if I got it in me,
Got to
Well I tell you what this as close to some pimp shit I can get

Inna pitch black six, kicked back lettin' the purp blow the
Fire from the dro make the middle of my shirt glo'
Thinkin how I mighta loss the one I always searched fo,
One to make me stay at home and one to go to church mo,
Money and the bundles it aint nothin we can hurt fo
Blow a hundred thou at will what chu wanna work fo?
Keys to the crib what chu worried bout a skirt fo
You the one I put all them women out da vert fo
Everyday I spent wit chu I swear it make the earth
So much mo'worth livin' nah you gone and it hurt so
Bad, and it's sad but it's cool I aint mad
I still got love fa you boo
Im jus glad that u found what u need
but I adored u believe me
Astounded cuz i neva believed you'd leave me
In this million dolla crib 13 karat ring
What it cost me to drive
Imma king witout a queen

(chorus)
Come back this way
Can't spend anotha day without you
Walk this way
Dont you like our life
I see about you
Please say yes
Darlin' please say yes, tonight
and for the rest of your life

Nah imma bout to tell you all the things that I wont do
Stayin up all night worried tryna call you
Mindin ya business tryna find out what cha into
Askin stupid questions tryna aggravatin ya mental
I got muh own business and i got muh own friends too
I jus hope the money and the fame dont change you
Let dat good shit go to waste it be a shame too
Dats jus like cuttin off the wings of an angel
Hundred thousand songs like this couldnt explain you
The best trainer known to da' world couldn't tame me
I jus kinda figured out cha name when i came thru
Money aint a thang shit i ball wit the best boo
Behead her like some like some purple thrax hold it in your chest boo
Thank about u layin in muh arms as I caress you
Let cha self go mattbonie will protect you
Its best you weigh out all yo options cuz im chosin u

(chorus)
Come back this way
Can't spend anotha day without you
Walk this way
Dont you like our life
I see about you
Please say yes
Darlin' please say yes, tonight
and for the rest of your life

Im sayin baby
I call you every damn day
And you always give me the same excuse
you know, you gotta go to work
You gotta excercise (God damn bitch)
You gotta go yo homework
Im sayin tho baby
Just answer me this one thang
When do you fuck?

(chorus)

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Set It Out

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

Set It Out

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Hook with ad-libs]
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do

[AK]
She got ho tendencies
Plus she fucked the whole P$C
Gon' set it out pimpin'
Come on nigga keep it G
She got it from her momma
Oh yes she's a nasty freak
Plus she like 'em you like Boomerang's Lasy Eloise
And ya girl swallows till her voice goes hoarse
She had all kinds of dick tangled up her spinal cord
The laws of physics couldn't explain how her legs behind her head
While she givin' head hangin' off the edge of the bed
Thought she had a milkshake when her bang pop out her head
Pussy fat like Bone Crusher plus the ho ain't "Never Scared"
She licked all the dogs balls scratched all the pussycats
So she goes both ways, yeah she's a brainiac
Knowin' this information how can you be cuffin' that and lovin' that
Already they heard another one they hittin' that and gettin' that
I know you want the ho she like clothes, very trendy
But you need to set her out and stop being stingy

[Hook]
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
Don't cuff her, set her out
Don't cuff her, set her ou
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do

[Mac Boney]
I'm ol' school Boney, they call me Frank the Tank
The footlong polish sausage boy, streakin' on that drank
I'm the one that get them panties off when they say ya can't
I don't feed a ho shit nothin' but dick and candy paint
I love it when they say they saints, bitch you must be from New Orleans
I'm from the ATL shawty that's what I said she out her jeans
Freaky, freaky wild things constitute for wettest dreams
A white mask and black cape tryin' to make these bitches scream
She nasty as a Luke record, mouth is a cum drain
She goin' up and down on that jeezy do that damn thang
She don't want a damn thing she do it on the face
And she do it all day cause she really love the taste
It's a waste if you tryin' to keep that action to yo damn self
We'll tag team me and shawty share the same belt
It don't really matter if you dig her or you dis her man
Do your boy a favor when you out don't kiss her man

[Hook]

[T.I.]
Any real pimp'll know
The kind of chick I'm lookin' fo'
Actresses in movies and the models in the video
Call me Deuce Bigalow, cold blooded gigolo
Give the ho the rod then tell her let my nigga go
Pussy pumper number one'lll hit the club and pick a ho
Let her hit the dro then swing her by the liquor sto'
Feed her ho snacks, everything you get you get to go
We ain't on no date what you eatin' drinkin' sittin' fo'
Walkin' through the hotel me and five and six or mo'
Any ho'll tell you he a balla he trickin' though
P$C around it's goin down you better get ya ho
Have her gettin' loose tongue kissin' on the patio
Well known groupie let her momma and her daddy know
First she yellin' give it to me then she yellin' daddy no
Man I feed her Oreos, you take your freak to Pappadeaux's
Me and C and Kuntry we be flip floppin' swappin' hoes

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Murder Game

on June 25, 2010 - 11:50am

Murder Game

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Motivation

on June 25, 2010 - 11:49am

Motivation

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[Intro]
Better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Nigga, get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, nigga (It's motivation)
Sucka nigga, get on yo job, if ya, hatin' get on yo job, nigga

[Verse 1]
You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever
Anythang don't kill me, make me better
I ain't dead nigga, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, and the deal, I'm still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas
I ain't never back down or ran from no nigga
I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla
Even if I'ma all alone or standin' with four niggaz
Tell'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer
5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" nigga
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can't even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I'm outta jail nigga, whachu gotta say now?

[Chorus]
Motivation
Niggaz fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation)
All yo hatin' is fuel to my fire (It's motivation)
Niggaz plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation)
Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation)
Now nigga don't stop my show (Motivation)
You ain't know I don't stop, I go (It's motivation)
Sucka niggaz can't make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher (It's motivation)

[Verse 2]
To be locked in a box niggaz happy to see
Put anybody on top, any rapper but T, I, P
But back to reality G, O.D. still carryin' me, nigga I run this
Spread yo rumours, kick all yo lil' dumb shit
Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon' get
If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with
Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with
Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this
Jail, I don' done this, rap I'm just havin' fun with
I could be a local joker, never have one hit
Nigga, "New Finish" alone'll get me dumb rich
While these rappers sellin' records gettin' pennies
If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty
If God with me, who could be against me sucka?
Can't make me suffer, just make me tougher

[Chorus - repeat]

[Repeat Hook]

[Chorus - repeat]

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