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Kill The Young She S Got It All

s no mistake, she's got it all There's no mistake Her coloured hair, her fashion sense The way she walks. It's what she wore There's no mistake, she's got it

s no mistake, she's got it all There's no mistake Her coloured hair, her fashion sense The way she walks. It's what she wore There's no mistake, she's got it

know you got it Clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin' Rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor Steal it quick on

S.P.N but when that show end She All On My Skin, Lotion, Slower Motion, Roller Coasting, Like Back Forth Hold It (Hold It)..... hold it she pose like

picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration

the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya And when

it Where your clothes is, I'm only loving for the moment Uh, she ain't got a man but she's not alone Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own Hey gorgeous

sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got

award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all