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Never knew what love was all about
James Moody would you come on hit me, you can blow now if you want to, we're through
Never knew what love was all about
James Moody would you come on hit me, you can blow now if you want to, we're through
Never knew what love was all about
James Moody would you come on hit me, you can blow now if you want to, we're through
of being without it
And never known what love's about
James Moody would you come on hit me, 
You can blow now if you want to, I´m through
of being without it
And never knew what love was all about
James Moody would you come on hit me,
you can blow now if you want to, I'm through
of being without it
And never knew what love was all about
James Moody would you come on hit me, 
You can blow now if you want to, I´m through
of being without it
And never known what love's about
James Moody would you come on hit me, 
You can blow now if you want to, I´m through
people want to fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes 



And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues 



There's good news
of being without it
And never known what love's about
James Moody would you come on hit me, 
You can blow now if you want to, I´m through
this kind of material.
[Barbra (sung):] You have to pay a price, girl!
[Producer 2:] This album needs a hit single we can push.
[Barbra (sung):]They
hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate
It taste
the rest of the season
Doggy DPG ya lil homey
Look, I represent the LBC-ment
Windows tint, nigga that's the president
I hit you with a tune every blue
Man, take another hit breathe out
In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot
I?m chillin at home on some solo shit
I love piece and when its quiet, I
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made,
Better than your bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
a Jag truck 
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin bandana 
38-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck 
Double are T with the matchin' bandana 
Thirty eight-snub blue steel with no hammer 
And I see all ya
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
No jeans, no boots, no chains, no hats,
And still you play rap, I don't understand that
These cats hit the club, looking mad rave
On some oxymoronic
play by the rules like
Tock, tick, when the clock hit one
Y’all niggas is done
Buckshot’s it, you need to stop

It don’t matter, the Porsche
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)
Oh

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Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)