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Bury This City Cash Money

TRUE! must have been too hard for you. This commitment is forever, STRAIGHT EDGE! You stand for nothing and no one. The battle was lost, but the war was won. THIS

shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I'm on one I said fuck it I'm on one [Rick Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash

Bob's down with the crew ready to do Any muthafucka steppin' to F.M. Blue and Randy Austin You're lost when, you thought that you can hang with this Niggas, this

to control yo' life And all the things you do you must do them right It's not my life, it's on you baby What's really going on is that cash money How

gotta sell ***, girl, it sell itself Like nothing else, yeah I'm a country boy But that big city bottom fill me up with joy Ain't life grand? Live it

And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys Some hustler flip girls instead of boys Keep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us We keep this

't take the heat, get out the kitchen I feel like a black Republican Tote a MAC'n Republican Act so southern n' die for my brethren Money, money, money Like money

Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, fuck everybody And all my niggas got that heat, I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money You know the FEDS listening, nigga what money

don't play that, you gotta play this Telling school you ain't saying that, you gotta say this You can't wear that, you gotta wear this Well, hear this