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from Plies - Definition Of Real (2008)
This My first Video please send me Request, Subscribe, add me , and comment Thank you [ P l i e s ] It`s Plies, baby [Plies, baby] Ey next time you see somebody homie that`s so bad that you can`t resist them walk up to `em and tell that you they #1 Fan [ K e y s h i a C o l e ] Hey I've been watching` you all night... All night [All night] So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you mine... All mine... I don`t need no more convincing` you got my attention You got me baby I`m your number one, your number one I`m your number one, fan Your number one, I`m your number one, your number one I`m your number one, fan See you got me going` Baby I can`t explain it Whatever you doing` is working` Baby don`t change it Eh, Eh I`m your number one, I`m your number one, I`m your number one, fan [ P l i e s ] I like the solution baby for recognizin` swag You still a virgin if a goon ain`t some`n` you eva had Prefer mine out tha hood, but I respect class Glad you didn`t let me scare ya how my pants sag, I`mma pass that Gaurantee you I'm top, I`m better than your last Good girls I love `em, I like to turn `em bad One night I can make you forget all `bout your past When it`s over be able to teach your own class Opportunity of a life time, don`t let it pass Longer we wait tha better, we got to move fast Before it`s over my name gon be on your car tag That feelin` you lookin` for, baby i can give you that [J Holiday; Hey, I`ve been watchin` you all night] [ J H o l i d a y ] All night... So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you mine... All mine... I don`t need no more convincing` you got my attention You got me baby I`m your number one, [Your number one] Your number one, [number one] I`m your number, fan [Ohhh Baby] Your number one, Oooo Your number one, [I`m your number one] I`m your number one, [number one] Your number one, fan See you got me gain` Baby I can`t explain it Whatever you doing` is working` Baby don`t change it Eh I`m your number one, your number one, your number one fan [ P l i e s ] This seen alotta thangs It been around the world Buh never once met somebody this bad girl I unno if you a fan of mine Buh I`mma fan of yours Cute face, `n` a pretty smile, `n` nice curves Couldn`t even talk when I seen ya I was at a loss of words Been ya number one fan Ever since I seen ya, girl Fell victim for ya when i seen ya body twirl Couldn`t sit back and wait Had to get to you first Let cha play in my bank account To see ya splurge All I can think `bout since I seen ya is his and hers You`ve been promised it all in a line you ain`t heard I`m your number one fan, and I mean every word [J Holiday; Hey, I`ve been watchin` you all night] [ J H o l i d a y ] All night... [Heyyyy] [ K e y s h i a C o l e ] So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you mine... [Mine...] All mine... [M-Mine baby] [ J H o l i d a y ] I don`t need no more convincing` you got my attention You got me baby Lyrics [ J H o l i d a y & K e y s h i a C o l e ] I`m your number one, [I`m your number one] Ya number one, [Ya number one] [I`m your number fan!...] I`m your number one, [I`m your number, See...] You got me going` Baby I can`t explain it Whatever you doing` is working` Baby don`t change it Eh, Eh I`m your number one, I`m your number one, I`m your number one, fan. Fan, Fan, Fan |
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Wats wappenin babii?
Let yo' lil whoa plies tell ya wats goin on with him right now! Mah hands been gettin me in alot of trouble latey so, [Jamie Foxx:] Please excuse my hands dey jus wanna touch, Dey jus wanna feel, dey dnt mean no harm, Babi jus excuse my hands, babi plz excuse my hands, I apologize dey have a 1 track mind, to sqeeze on your behind babi jus exuse my hands [Plies:] With my hands I can make you do alot of thangs have you engagin in some activities you can't explain, leave mah finger prints on every of your damn frame, with dis one finger I can make you in shang get dis liquor in m3 my hands get dey own brains, dey wanna touch dey wana rub, dey wana feel ya frame, run my hands in your hair go against your grain, let m3 massage you babi and help you ease your pain, you wana get comfortable well take your shorts off I can't help you change, wana take mi hands off but dey just gone call your name, if I can't sqeeze and hold ya it ain't gone feel da same, it ain't my fault babi my hands da one to blame [Chorus] [The-Dream:] Do you like dis and do you like dat I promise you gone like da way I touch on you, so jump up in dis benz and let da seat back, when my dick to your body say "ohh" I'm a do it til your mouth breathes "no more" I said excuse my hands she said boy stop plain make love to your # one fan [Plies:] B4 I kiss and make love I wanna touch, can you plz face da wall you bout to get strip searched mah hands talkin to me dey want now wats under your skirt let me be da one to do da under your shirt mah hands dnt like to be unemployed dey like to do work, I've been told my hands a lil manish dey like to flirt, god knows women da sexiest thang he put on dis earth, mah hands cravin your lil sweet body and it's gettin wosrt, I wana thank you & your body for helpin me write dis verse my hands will neva leave your body babi dey so loyal, do me a favor look on da dresser and grab dat babi oil, ain't got to be da 1 too do it my hands gone spoil ya [Chorus] |
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Wats wappenin babii?
Let yo' lil whoa plies tell ya wats goin on with him right now! Mah hands been gettin me in alot of trouble latey so, [Jamie Foxx:] Please excuse my hands dey jus wanna touch, Dey jus wanna feel, dey dnt mean no harm, Babi jus excuse my hands, babi plz excuse my hands, I apologize dey have a 1 track mind, to sqeeze on your behind babi jus exuse my hands [Plies:] With my hands I can make you do alot of thangs have you engagin in some activities you can't explain, leave mah finger prints on every of your damn frame, with dis one finger I can make you in shang get dis liquor in m3 my hands get dey own brains, dey wanna touch dey wana rub, dey wana feel ya frame, run my hands in your hair go against your grain, let m3 massage you babi and help you ease your pain, you wana get comfortable well take your shorts off I can't help you change, wana take mi hands off but dey just gone call your name, if I can't sqeeze and hold ya it ain't gone feel da same, it ain't my fault babi my hands da one to blame [Chorus] [The-Dream:] Do you like dis and do you like dat I promise you gone like da way I touch on you, so jump up in dis benz and let da seat back, when my dick to your body say "ohh" I'm a do it til your mouth breathes "no more" I said excuse my hands she said boy stop plain make love to your # one fan [Plies:] B4 I kiss and make love I wanna touch, can you plz face da wall you bout to get strip searched mah hands talkin to me dey want now wats under your skirt let me be da one to do da under your shirt mah hands dnt like to be unemployed dey like to do work, I've been told my hands a lil manish dey like to flirt, god knows women da sexiest thang he put on dis earth, mah hands cravin your lil sweet body and it's gettin wosrt, I wana thank you & your body for helpin me write dis verse my hands will neva leave your body babi dey so loyal, do me a favor look on da dresser and grab dat babi oil, ain't got to be da 1 too do it my hands gone spoil ya [Chorus] |
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from Chris Brown - Graffiti [Standard Version] (2009)
[Shout] Just incase you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm Feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do Everywhere I go they show me love, so I give it back Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause imma get it back See somethin' sexy up in here, imma bring it back They keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' back Everybody knows me when they see me, sittin' in the front row, playa Stuntin' with my J's on, and it's all for them haterz, yeah We get into that crunk boi, yo money to long boi, we do this for fun boi. I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm Feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, ey ey it's what I do Single once again, I'm bout to go where I never been Gone with the wind, cause that might be where she'll end up being. We can get it in, I mean get it in And I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friend Nah bring ten, but they gotta be tens Now that's a hunt of them, let the runners in, yeah yeah So I give it like an elegist, my CD's sellin out you aint married to the girl you shouldve been I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm Feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah NaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah yeah NaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, ey ey it's what I do I keep cash on me, no black cards They don't know what dem is, I deal with hood brauds There's a nife on me, that's no ipod, you want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for it I got the mazerati, I had to lick for it, we all luv to talk, that's what I paid for it He say I bought fleet, and I luv mine, four brauds with me, and all luv dies Six chains on me, and all luv shines I got my prayer right, feels like a served right Aint just hot mine, I'm hot as I can see it, she want a pretty boy I brought chris breezy wit me I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm Feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa It's What I Do |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Wasted) Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney Gucci no hippie but it's on like Jimy X Pill poppers geeked up krazy whole click rolling Everyone wasted purple codine sprite Pink don't wasted, mix up, grandma drunk it Then taste it, now grandma sipping syrup Leaning wasted walking 'round fuck up Twisting her finga home gurl Slipped up drunk got wasted now She back stage an she tryna get famous Hit me up the drinky, drinky Gucci Mane Shake it, club night, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys But I do get wasted like the white boys Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck dis almond joy Said she gotta stop sucking 'cause her jaw's sore Gotta bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor Party just popping up but now he rolling more Rolled on, 3 pills now, he on 4 idk, why? But that remy turned into a whore Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces Got the 40 on my waist and it's off safety 'Bout 40 goons wit me and we all wasted Only remy straight tonight dawg no chasing Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases Only click faded we geeked up crazy Big boy bracelet we white boy wasted No shirt, fuck it unless your arms tatted We slapping trunk disgusted the liquor Keep wasting 285 east side me and Plies wasted Racing seven big booty broads chasing spring break 50 thousand white girls shake it some dancing naked But everyone wasted magic city Monday Ball players wasted this one for yo' uncle Drinking Thunderbird wasted 12 pack wasted I need more cases and Gucci not a racist All my diamonds Caucasians Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high everyday click wasted Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning 10 clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender Send 20 more cases This has been a GPSA Ghetto public service announcement We don't get fucked up no more, we get wasted Gucci Mane, Plies, Fat Boi, wasted |
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I just wanna get your attention
I really wanna be your love in your head Coz when I got you don’t wanna get some yeah But girl that’s only if you ain’t scared And I won’t knock or ring no bells You just float bottom up in the air I’ll get you hot I know you oh so well And when I’m walking all that I wanna hear Is you say Daddy’s home home for me And I know you’ve been waiting for this love in your day You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home) and it’s time to play (so it’s time to play) So you ain’t got to give my loving away So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy I ain’t gotta do a lot of flexes Shawty you already know what it is And girl tonight we’ll gonna do a lot of sexin’ Can’t nobody do your body like this ohh And I won’t knock or ring no bells You just float bottom up in the air I’ll get you hot I know you oh so well And when I’m walking all that I wanna hear Is you say Daddy’s home home for me And I know you’ve been waiting for this love in your day You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home) and it’s time to play (so it’s time to play) So you ain’t got to give my loving away So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy Rap Feat. Is you say Daddy’s home home for me And I know you’ve been waiting for this love in your day You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home) and it’s time to play (so it’s time to play) So you ain’t got to give my loving away Is you say Daddy’s home home for me And I know you’ve been waiting for this love in your day You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home) and it’s time to play (so it’s time to play) So you ain’t got to give my loving away So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy Poke it on out poke it out right there Im a fall back while you work that chair Do that damn thing let the neighbors hear Hey hey hey daddy Poke it on out poke it out right there Im a fall back while you work that chair Do that damn thing let the neighbors hear |
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from Plies - Medicine [single] (2009)
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And yo body hurtin' you right now You just need a shot of me I'm just like medicine] (Chorus) Shawty I'm your insulin Baby I'm your insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine Baby I'm ya insulin Shawty I'm ya insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine I'll be your prescription Come and take a dose of me Once you get a dose of me You'll think that I'm your medicine [Shawty you my medicine?] ya medicine I think I need I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine [Verse 1] One teaspoon of me is something' like a pack of blow Too much of me too fast and you'll overdose Treat you like a new born baby I'll feed ya slow And if I really **** with ya I'll give you a double dose I'm ya lil' double stack pop me you'll really roll Nighttime daytime I can give it to ya both Anytime you want it, I can give it to ya that's fa sho Keep ya up all night I can be you Nodoz Need ya prescription filled holla at me let me know Call me or text me baby when you need some mo I give you Becky baby when ya body sore This is exclusive you can't buy this in the store (Chorus) Shawty I'm your insulin Baby I'm your insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine Baby I'm ya insulin Shawty I'm ya insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine I'll be your prescription Come and take a dose of me Once you get a dose of me You'll think that I'm your medicine [Shawty you my medicine?] ya medicine I think I need I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine [Verse 2] I can shoot you anywhere ain't gotta put it in ya veins Within the first two seconds you will feel the change Only discomfort that you might feel is good pain One side affect of this medicine is butt gain A half a dose of me and I promise you wont be the same Addiction to this medicine is common don't be ashamed And if you feel a lil woozy after this just hold my hand And I can numb yo whole body just like Novocain I can make you come back you can call me cocaine And if you take this first dose good Imma up ya range On yo prescription it will read Plies name The rest of yo life you will not accept no lames (Chorus) Shawty I'm your insulin Baby I'm your insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine Baby I'm ya insulin Shawty I'm ya insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine I'll be your prescription Come and take a dose of me Once you get a dose of me You'll think that I'm your medicine [Shawty you my medicine?] ya medicine I think I need I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine [Verse 3] Call me when you feel bad call me on ya sick day And I'll swing through and make sure ya fever go away I can make you sweat it out, sweat on me it's ok Don't worry bout ya hair getting' messed up it's ok I'll get it redone for you baby I'll pay And if it's top notch and it feel good I'll stay I drink straight 'nac me no rosay You want it say I need my medicine that's all you gotta say (Chorus) Shawty I'm your insulin Baby I'm your insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine Baby I'm ya insulin Shawty I'm ya insulin I think ya need I think ya need I think ya need your medicine I'll be your prescription Come and take a dose of me Once you get a dose of me You'll think that I'm your medicine [Shawty you my medicine?] ya medicine I think I need I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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| from Plies - Just (The Tip) [Feat. Jeremih & Ludacris] [single] (2011) | |||||
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| from Plies - Aristotle Mixtape [single] (2011) | |||||
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from Plies - Aristotle Mixtape [single] (2011)
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| from Plies - Aristotle Mixtape (Amended) [single] (2011) | |||||
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| from Plies - Aristotle Mixtape (Amended) [single] (2011) | |||||
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| from Plies - Just [A Bit] (Feat. Jeremih & Ludacris) [single] (2011) | |||||
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from Young Jeezy - TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition [Deluxe Edition] (2011)
Jeezy (speaking)
Let's get it shawty Oh this dat shit right here Wassup wassup (103) oh! (nigga 103) oh! Dey gon get crunk when dis shit drop in the club nigga Let's go!! Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, 'bout dat time Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind I'm hearin voices in my head think I'm skitzafrantic I swear they sayin let's get it from anotha planet 36 a thousand times I'm doin summer saltz Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off I'm out my mind, yea a nigga seein double yall Now tell me what's the chance of jizzle fuckin' both of yall She said as long as we can do it wit ya ice on If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat It ain't nothin to a boss, my goons got goons How stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout that time Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby (ha), waste 2 stackz (Aye young dis me bruh bruh) hardest thing in the lot, that there mine (Hood affiliated baby) Can't spell sober, lost my mind Plies Guess wat my momma told me, she hate my patnas Guess why she hate em though, Cuz all of em robbin' Fuck da police, cuz all of em problems White girls fun, cuz all of em swallow Why I ain't fuck ha at the house, cuz the bitch hollered And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin Ol broke azz nigga, stop cock blockin Security, I need help cuz the bitch stalkin A half fuckin mill, that's what the whip cost me One-hundred dollaz, that's what the pussy cost me And when the nigga start hatin, that's when the nigga lost me Fantastico, that's what the hoez, that's what the hoes call me Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout dat time Couldn't get it it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hardest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind Drop the top, no broad, got ha titties out Mention my name and bring da whole city out Doing what I do best, d-boy stuntin New car, old money, d-boy stuntin Step in cleaner then a new glock-40 Nick name in the A, strapped up shawty You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothepick Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big G-Code, black shadez and my black chainz But if you wouldnt undastand, it's a black thing You kno we drink that rozay til we black out Wake up, drink some more, pass back out Why yall trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, bout that time Ain't done it all week, time to unwind Drink like a tank, lose my mind Dis shit crazy, way to bad Rozay baby, waste 2 stackz Hardest thing in the lot, that there mine Can't spell sober, lost my mind |
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| from Plies - We Are Trayvon [single] (2012) | |||||
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| from Waka Flocka Flame 2집 - Triple F Life: Friends, Fans & Family [Deluxe Version] (2012) | |||||
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| from Bhad Bhabie - Gucci Flip Flops [digital single, remix] (2018) | |||||
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