1.Tired of Ballin
Lyricist：Alexander Phalon Anton, Rodgers Winston Mario
Lil' John, ahh, hey, ugh, huh, suh, shuh
Jones Jooo, yo bitches, too much all of that
Got damn shit player, just ballin'
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear a baller say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear me say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear a baller say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
Raise up off me trick
Who motivates the bitches suck a dick, shit me
Mopad they ass to the crib like a Spree
It started back with me and T. Draper, fuck a caper
'Cause we already got paper gator
Big blocks, Versace and all that shit
B and Fly we's a motherfucking sons a bitch
You compete if you wanna
Ask Nuwana, that's my momma
She tell ya there is no number
To compare with a nigga in my state of mind
'Cause I'll twist ya ass up, push stop and rewind
No retiring from productive ass baller shit
That be the day they put my ass in a log and shit
See I can call this shit
Milleniums ahead of time
I'm going to fuck your bitch without even really crying
It's getting crucial, I got more loot than used to
Hoes be trying to sue you
And niggas on my block be trying to shoot you
And when the nigga bust go and get that thang
Motivated baller handle that shit main
Know what I'm saying, look at the shit rain
Not the shit, know what I'm saying
Bring the pain if you got to nigga ball
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear a baller say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
We smoking so much dope in ninety fucking six
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear a baller say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
Raise up off me trick
Who keeps the hoes squeaky like the ones in black tail
Smoke a black and mild, fuck a ho to lax hell
Ain't shit a bitch can tell me, ain't shit to be tell
And if my ass go to jail, fuck it, I'll make bail
Who accomodates the street in the late night cruise
Keep em' all on they feet in deep colors of blues
Lambskins on the seats for the heat in June
Baggets and Moets got me spoiled too soon
Fuck, I'm splurgging and I'm burbing
I'm hitting urban, I hit the curb
And I'm fucking hoes by the fucking herdsin
Cattle, spank more ass like a paddle
Shit, I love it when you got my nuts on your chin hear em'
rattle
Skit Skadittle, got the shit'll, get your ass in the chest
Get em' out your valve pro little, naps
Soldier boy like taps, Tela gets two snaps
Pick ya'll ass out like some gnats, yaps
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear a baller say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear a baller say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
You never hear a Suave nigga say that shit
I'm so tired of ballin' 'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
Raise up off me trick
Now whose the motherfucker representing Blackhave
Suave to the grave and we all getting paid
Catch the hotel and ain't a ho to be saved
And if your ass feel that way
then you probably bitch made, engine raised
And warnings to avoid our seriousness
Maximum protection pimp a ho till she's delirious
I'm curious like George, that's why I'm employed
By the label that made your ass lay it down on floors
Draper boys rolling deep, necessary explanantions obsolete
'Cause we don't bullshit come and peep game
I reframe in the membrane of a bitch
To make suck her suck a dick and don't feel ashame
Now whose the main, suicidal like Kurt Cobain
Send y'alls asses up like the souls of fucking train
Many motherfuckers they be talking about Dane
On the dick, of Suave knights but that shit going to change
You can highlight that shit with a motherfucking pen main
You know what I'm saying 'cause we going to keep ballin'
All through this bitch, through 96'
So fuck all ya'll, ride the fucking dick
2.Suave House
Lyricist：Arrington Sheldon Donnell, Rodgers Winston Mario
Welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
I say, welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
First of all before it starts
Suave thicker than the Million Man March
Khakis starched as I flow through the cut like Noah's Ark
Who's that slippin' in the dark？ It's the L O K E Y
A killer like Jack the Ripper but slicker than SupaFly
Bullseye, stay focused on my green like infrared beams
Livin' like kings when Draper put the scientist on the team
Now it's in my blood stream, I'm Suave playa 'til the dusk
Construct some murder shit for all my niggas in the cut
It's O.C., the Sinister, killin' ya
Here to administer with from holy scripts
Releasin' explicit, miniature scriptures that lift ya mental
Get into a mind state, niggas fabricate
See can they duplicate the shit that we create？
I orchestrate throughout the night an' congregate with killers
Watchin' fake MCs evacuate the premises, blah, it's too late
Another murder, no post rate
Fuckin' with this Suave shit flies us around planet as the Earth
rotates
No doubt, it's Suave House, the residence
It's evident, I represent my click 'til I'm deceased like Dead
Presidents
My regiment's full of soldiers swoopin' like vultures
They should've told ya, Loc gon' put it down like he's supposed
to
You niggas peep the game, ain't shit changed
Except you small change an' you hydroplane
An' Suave House niggas, we made like stains on yo bitch's brain
I coochie for playas with loochie from verbal slang
I'm breakin' niggas like speed limits
So hit it before you kick it, think twice if you lick it
Even you don't wanna risk it
If it's dry, twist it, flick it, make me sick with it
Don't forget your pieces in it, oh, no, now watch me spit it
Up an' down ya spleen, hittin' every nerve like nicotine
I'm about that cream, nigga, save ya dreams an' make me scream
Madam don't give a fuck about nothin' or nobody, not shit
So come equipped, you fuckin' sick
You cannot get with this even at the club spot
When orderin' me a drink, make sure it's Nitro Glycerin on rocks
You know that street traffic be drastic, that's why I'm not
havin' it
Exposin' all you fakers to my Suave click, aww shit
I'm the first, second, third, fourth, fifth evil bitch
With the clip that'll strip you from ya hips
Leavin' punk niggas with a knuckle print
So checkin' chins in the 9-6, this shit is a sinch
Welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
I say, welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
I crucify clicks like a cult, dialect is difficult
The result, mental block, lock like a dead bolt
On ya cranium, I'm stainin' em' like paint ball
Ain't y'all tired of bein' shot, don'tcha' shirt need a wash？
Watch yourself 'cause Thorough be on the hunt
Plus him hungry an' him know exactly what he wants
Pronunciate the poetry that they wouldn't say
An' represent the sound that they wouldn't play
Do away with paper weights with my paper mate
Immobilize your vibe an' paralyze ya rhyme rate
Now ya dumb founded tryin' to find my location
It's still Suave House an' I'm the first tenant
Be attentive when I send it or you might not get it
Limit three an' a half mics 'cause 'The Source' is bias
But yet still three an' a half mill' will buy us
Welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
I say, welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
Like babies killed in the boat
An' this rap fashion shit is blown way outta proportion
Mrs. Incline, Versace, Armani, best wines are fine
Materialistic shit, we decline
'Cause rappers are gettin' wearier
All I'm hearin' is the chosing of the clothing of material
We ain't carin' whatcha' wearin', gangsta niggas get the area
Fill the tech, shall we lecture upon this record？
I see the Suave House collection sittin' on ya dresser
Supposedly, Nola come one mo' again
'Cause unknowingly you done fucked up my trees
Like vegetarians eatin' pork an' wine
Bags under mine, receivin' dicks from behind
Bottom line, it's gettin' serious an' furious, I'm on my period
Attitude is rudeness, this the mood, bitch
It's that Suave click
Welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
I say, welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
Now who's the motherfucker ready to rap an' bust a cap？
To watch these hoes shit collapse
A nigga that get in my way get his ass kicked an' attacked
It's like the loops of the water, Suave started perhaps
Bloody maps, citizen traps, seekin' dress ya can't find
Puttin' ya bitch in a box, who brought you seven different
signs？
I'm decomposin' those that's opposin' my rhymes
I'm leavin' yo' ass frozen by the corners an' lines, na
Nigga, you actin' bad, motherfucker is you mad？
Yo' nigga's crew is bad, that Tony Draper's runnin' that
I bring the fuckin' shit that a bitch can't touch
By leavin' ya ass in the gas an' blowin' ya fuckin' shit up
I'm bust, the gravel travels like a travel
It ain't reliable, fuck the motherfuckin' outcome
You see the nigga Tela is the kinda like raw
'Cause I done seen what I saw an' now I'm breakin' the law
I say, welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out
I say, welcome to the Suave House
Came to turn the motherfuckin' lights out
Niggas gonna bring the ruckus, no doubt
Suave House 'bout to turn the lights out, lights out
3.Piece Of Mind
Ooh, piece of mind
It's 9-6 in the Jeep, Suave click rollin' peep out game
If you's the lamest, obsolete I'll reframe
But we all gon' do some ballin' tonight
And we gonna lay a lil' tight and we gon' set it off right
The dead of night and you know I'm ready to get my freak on
So I'ma get up on this phone so I can get my speak on
Let's get some drinks on but that can lead to slippin' and
slidin'
So I'ma let Mr. Mike do the drivin'
I'm ridin' through the hood, it's all good that's where my folks
be at
And I'm gon' keep comin' back as long as it stay like that
Today's a day like that
For stackin' chips and watchin' hips
The Gladys of the knights to be a pimp
We dip to the casinos, I got a g-note, we makin' key notes
Godfather Al Pacino, we knows
The tricks of the trades, and the cards can be played
What's been down to check but now it's better days
And it's all tonight, got my Hen on ice
And I'm bout to take flight, tonight
Don't you know my peeps are my life
And my pockets held tight, it's gonna be alright tonight
Now who's the mack in the back wearin' black Mark Buchanan,
that's fact
It's Tela, nothin' sweeter so relax
Hit cho' tracks like a fool on Ex-Lax
Ready to take a couple off yo sacks, two fats
Black and Mild's, freak me now or freak me later
Baby gettin' hotter than potato, equator
Around the globe and have girls in hella shows
Tryin' to take a brother out his clothes, who knows
Why is this outta mind and ludicrous
Tryin' to get my grips, persists, a risk
So I waits, when I'm in and outta states
Before I just kick it like Xscape, a case
Of Dom Perignon, we in the sun
I make a run to the store to get a blunt
So what chu' want, I got the juice to keep the party on loose
So everybody stay in one spot and watch my coupe
Ya comprehension as we go off on this mission, attention
Recline in yo mind at this time who mention
The ways that we play now, every single day now
See we be gettin' paid now from this rappin' laid down
Continuous and strenuous, I love it
Who tried to lit a blunt full of dope and Perignon
Hela freaks that do us comin' up out the creeks and sewers
Some already knew us from previous endures
Like Priscilla, she was killer, I feel her, for real
Complexion high yellow, tastin' her vanilla
Smellin' body sprays, curly waves she got butter
How you want cha' baby's mother, she just wants someone to love
her
So I rub her tits and in the midst I touch her heart
I tell her that it's on and Tela holds it all apart
Don't start being selfish, babbage to ya relatives
Yo cousin, yo auntie, yo know you want some breakfast
4.Let It Rain
Lyricist：Arrington Sheldon Donnell, Rodgers Winston Mario
Eleven-thirty on the dot, time to hit the spot
Damn that shit be hot, my nigga be what chu' got
On a sack of Bud, these bitches gotta dub
But they ain't got no love, young nigga so what
Let's hook with these bitches, start to smoke up all of they
Swisher's
Get up inside they britches, start to get up off they riches
You know I'm down man, stop off and get some gas
Knowin' Pam's shakin' in part from the last
Stereo, I be catchin' from words I be flexin'
I got a Smith-N-Wesson for those who want a lesson
No time for no students, I be down for some shootings
I be lookin' for the fluids for me and my crew kit
Park up on that hill, ten minutes away from Beale
Sittin' try to chill to get to know this ho that kill
Her pussy all hot, yet tend to be on ya block
Them haters be tryin' to stop but I gets hella props
That pimpness from Memphis, them niggas be tryin' to get this
Shoot em' up off they block but they got flipped just like a
gymnast
So watch when I swings and my swangs
These niggas do not no my name, these niggas do not know a thang
Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains that I was achin' cowards out the crack
Let it rain on those, no name that I should not mention
When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen
Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains that I was achin' cowards out the crack
Let it rain on those, no name that I should not mention
When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen
Roll up on the shit, niggas wanna pick
Me against a big, what the fuck is this
You a fuckin' donor, I be smokin' the marijuana
Tela hit that corner, you know's that I's a goner
Outtie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin'
Fuckin' thugs about a dozen, doin' sacks by the thousand
Mad as she be on, them niggas be got be bone
Fuck em' with the clip, when I just beat em' to the strip
Go and get that check, red Chev and the Lex
I'm eatin' like a biscuit, Exorcist be twistin' necks
Let's get that shit over, I call the Suave soldiers
Rollin' up like boulders, caff in caffeine just like Folgers
Had to get em' back, sowed em' up just like that
Niggas must be crap, they comin' in and out like that
Wax up on that bitch, stomp you feet now even bitch
Breezy just like Weezy, movin' up like Jefferson's
The southern type of weather and niggas don't stick together
Had jewels and S-K blew ya crew, let it rain
Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains that I was achin' cowards out the crack
Let it rain on those, no name that I should not mention
When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen
Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains that I was achin' cowards out the crack
Let it rain on those, no name that I should not mention
When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen
No time for me to stop, pass me the glock
Got my homie Ball on the call, lick him jocks
Jocks is lickin' in, still I'm down with Hen
Got em' doin' ten push ups bitch kick the skins
Time is obsolete, doin' 'bout at least
90 miles an hour through the streets, niggas greased
Rub me, tired munch, stay warm from the clutch
Got the heaters in the trunk, 'cause there be cold fronts
Exhaust and bitches, a forcast edition
Hurricanes on my terrains, a death of my condition
A changin' of the climates, brings some niggas blindness
Glad to see you smilin', no congestion in my sinus
Should I just eat the cakes, hoes turn tricks
Men take yo dough, Suave deal with big ol' hits
Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains that I was achin' cowards out the crack
Let it rain on those, no name that I should not mention
When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen
Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains that I was achin' cowards out the crack
Let it rain on those, no name that I should not mention
When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen
Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains that I was achin' cowards out the crack
Let it rain on those, no name that I should not mention
When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen
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5.Twisted
Lyricist：Sheldon Arrington, Darryl Mcdaniels, Winston Rodgers, Joseph
Simmons, Lawrence Smith
Uh, ah yeah, right right now
Let's drop, dedication to the kings of hip-hop
Shit, thank you ha
It was this bitch named LaQueesha, met her on the Eastside
Rollin' in my boat while pullin' her over with the p-sign
Spit the competence, and confidence in conversation
Chances on point and I'm not in violation
See hoes are like the value of a fraction
With me, I just proceed to do my deed to go to askin' 'em
relaxin' 'em
Spit that game that drain from Imperial, she said a nigga be
cereal
Like Cheerios, we live for hoes, here it goes
I'm rollin' with Suave and I ain't givin' a fuck
Employed with some voids is doin' jobs to us
A must, I can bust from a hundred yards plus
But St. Gal is the rough, got in the Seville and mushed
(Nigga hush)
Now who's sweeter, the nigga Tela
5-0 be the leader, speed of a T to Vida
Switch the bitch, enlisted dicks
I'm love she up to this, no contradicts
I'm givin' a fuck about man understand this
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
Now I'm makin' her mind cum off steak and rum
Abaci whites and Henny whites and plenty umm, plum
Candy, man she understand me
See the name of the game is to be enchanting
Listen to those, I suppose that's the catch
In the beginning tryin' to get in, naw that's a childish act
Laid back, play that, roll havin' control over ya beau for a
minute
Give her a hold and touch her titty
A pity someone gotta spit it intellectual
And give it the sexual meaning, keep it warm and dick it
I'll get it, the chick like I'm supposed to
Makin' a toast to the evening as we leavin'
I told ya she's gettin' social
Sayin' she's around the smoker of the doja
And she knows the soap and close to
Super tight, teeth white like liquid paper
Versace jeans, got the beamer schemes on that ass
Shake her, take her silk from the fit that I just ripped
From the boss, see God finally pick on the other car off of the
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure if sweetie wanna dick up
My eyes on thighs that gotta slide in thicker, picker
Questions apart from solutions
From dark ways back to Houston, I shoot competin'
Now loosen up the lips between the hips
Clutchin' on my nuts like grips
Gettin' full of this eclipse
Slips, it's something more loungin' than see-through gowns and
Got me clownin' in a tight town housin'
A thousand thangs on my brain as I recline
Dick these whores down from the crease in panty line
I guess I'm gonna seek through ya pines
I'm pressin' down the blinds to see reflection of super signs
A bitch goin' on out cha' gates
A nigga just pulled off his plates and ran up the staircase
Plates till seen like a scene from a tale
And nigga thinkin' she a queen so he ain't physically well
I can tell from the cussin' he talkin' about bustin'
He grabs a glass and hits my ass with the bloody stubs and
Now you runnin' down the hallways tryin' to get to the stairways
Gon' and bust his ass between Winchester and Airways
Get paid, never take murderers, take no services
If they got cho' bitch then you feelin' kind of nervous
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
Keep on rollin' from the danger and I'm loadin' one in chamber
Ain't nobody out there ridin' close to me, not for free
6.Time
Lyricist：Dunlap Ronald James, Nickoley Scott
Quote fiction of fact, who gon' have yo back
When that shit get to poppin' off like that
Quote fiction or fact, who gon' have yo back
It's gon' be hell on wheels comin' back
Time is gettin' leerier, niggas are gettin' serious
Man you know I understand ya pain, that's why I'm feelin' ya
The words I'm comprehendin' the beats I was observin'
It was bumpy time in those planes caught up in some turbulence
Reservin' us some seats, we be like seated, exposited
And when this bitch here bleedin' I balled up just like a fetus
Young you by yourself and there was death upon the shelf
It' was pointed at cho' ass not from the right but from the left
Hours like them days and them days was like them hours
Screams was continuous, analyze of the phallus
Shit is goin' on in the zone
Predicted and convicted us a whole millenium
For philosophy, psychologically we outta reach
Mental capacity was actually positioned and breached
Now them sounds of the wrath got us subtract like math
Under gettin' holy and souly off the path
Quote fiction of fact, who gon' have yo back
When that shit get to poppin' off like that
Quote fiction or fact, who gon' have yo back
It's gon' be hell on wheels comin' back
Quote fiction of fact, who gon' have yo back
When that shit get to poppin' off like that
Quote fiction or fact, who gon' have yo back
It's gon' be hell on wheels comin' back
7.Sho Nuff
Lyricist：Phalon Anton Alexander, Marlon Goodwin, Winston Mario
Rodgers, Premro Vonzellaire Smith
It was this bitch that I knew back from '86
Graduated and made it from the college of dicks
Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me
Tryin' to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key
Nah, hoe I ain't po', where did my motherfuckas go
I remember this hoe, she used to do nails for Rochelle's, well
How the hell you been since I had no job
Hum, why don't you give me some
'Cause you know I flow and run for Suave
Nah, all of that was on the couch
No doubt y'all records spin, y'all shippin' in gold
It's cold on the outside lookin in
You'd besta make yourself worthy
'Cause I got a click of niggaz ready to get their Johnson very
dirty
You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit
Ain't this a bitch
I remember when you would not give me shit
Now you down for them habits
Put your numbers on them naturals
Make it snappy 'cause I got to go to the bathroom
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothe sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？ Suave love
No different from the rest, she's just an ordinary hoe
Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo
Make it fast, takin cash, shakin ass in the mix
Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks
Niggaz in love, can't stay out the club all in the hoe's face
But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be
erased
I see him in the back, countin' up that cheddar
Talkin' loud, smokin' hay, makin' clouds, gettin' ready for the
crowd
I think I know one, I remember you, oh yes I do
Tryin' to hide side from me and my crew, but ain't no love lost
boo
What time the club close, at three, what's up, you comin' with
me
We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees
You want some cheese hoes don't stay at the suave house
Hoes around my nuts like knats
Real dogs don't pay for cats, dats for real baby
Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sho nuff
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothe sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？ Suave love
Well I be God damned, this shy ass hoe
Wants to get close to me
A few years back in the past, you wouldn't of even noticed me
Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow
Lookin for, confidants, and tickets to my next show, check yo'
bitch
In these short ass pants and blow up dresses
I can tell they freaky with out three guesses
Oh yes, it's very true your bitches be needin' me, leavin' you
Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do
Let her loose or let her remain
'Cause all she be lookin' for is some fame
A bigger name look, this thang with bigger game
And she claim she ain't heard my music
Tryin' to trick me
So I told that hoe my name Bill Bigsley
She still hit me
Now she, killin' my dick softly with her mouth and I
Really just don't plan on takin' it out cause I
MJ fuckin' G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin'
They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothe sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？
Hoes with no clothes sho nuff
Shakin' that ass in the club nigga what？ Suave love
8.Intro
9.Strange
10.Success
11.Blackhaven
12.Cell Call
13.U Can't Tell
14.All About That Money
15.Survival
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