My Swaggers Drippin Like a Leaky FaucetI Treat My Paper Like A Salad Straight Toss It
The Reason I Aint Call You
See Your Number Boy I Lost It
He Said He Wanna Put A Ring On It
2nd finger on the left
Wine And Dine Me Princess Style
Foreign Countries On A Jet
Grab My Loui Bag And You Know Im Ready To Get Down
Like Trigga Trey Baby Boy I Dont Wanna Come Down
Soarin Thru The Clouds
Number 9 Is My Destination
Everyday Im Relaxin No Need For A Vacation
Something Like Fab Yes Im Fresh Off A Hate-Cation
Hi Hater
Making Money Is My Occupation
I Got Screamin Fans All Across The Fuckin Nation
My Rhym'n Is My Concentration
Like Bud Kid I Lace Em
With All Types of Crazy Shit That Makes Em Go Loca
Like Nicki Eat Dese Rap Bitches No Spoon No Foca
Im So Brooklyn Like My Nigga Jay
And Like Kid Cuddy Boi I Make Em Say...
You Aint Know They Love Me
Fean'n Just To Hug Me
Every Nigga In Your Hood Dug Me
Cause Right About Now Im Feelin Myself
No Need For A Pick Up I Can Carry Myself
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