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made cool
We wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to do
If I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your boo
My team's official, you

Middle Man

B.o.B

Ether

2017

support but they still phoney
They don't play my shit 'less I got Tip on it
They don't play your shit 'less there's a diss on it
Down to die for this

your man

Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get

for a nigga
40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
Fuck

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

drawn
I told you in the Face
Off I'll make you watch
Your mother suck my dick in her grandson room
And then I put you in ya place
I do some more

When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack

you ain't never gave no fucks
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

Wamp-wamp, she, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, bet that

shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call

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Rihanna

Winter Collection, Vol. 2

more, what? 
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,

much Mr ow much are you charging?
I went on a stag do to London the other year
£5.50 for a motherchuffin' beer
I was broke by the first night, London's

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Rihanna

Music of the Sun

2005

more, what? 
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,

them niggas die too
You see joy through the eyes you cry through
Who in here believe in a parallel universe?
(I do) i knew a Jack that got high
Then got

a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I'm ridin'
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo' artillery when you come for me, 'cause we

a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I'm ridin'
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo' artillery when you come for me, 'cause we

spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols
I don't care, it's Music To Be Murdered By
So

more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,

to bring a baseball bat
So that I can crack your fuckin dome in half
I'll watch you bleed, smoke weed as I enjoy a luagh
Shiverin as I'm delieverin lyrical

Born II Die

Spice 1

Tales from the Hood [Original Soundtrack]

1995

and one to the dome
Well if them niggaz catch you slippin' then yo' ass is gone (Born II Die)
Aim yo best for the head so yo' brains get blown
Well if

, dome

Not frightened after you trust your own thoughts
Catch the delirium, contagious
I think I owe you more
I feel I show you more
You're my apex

fake flaws
By my new bitch (Nine to your, nine to your)
I'm dying cause she fall for
(Nine to your dome, ho)
My heart die when you switch
(Nine to your

of fame was
Your one battle with Freeway
And then you wonder why you get so much hate
Cause you like Kim Kardashian
Not Nicki Minaj and not
Because yo'

bout to make a hood classic
Come from the ghetto, where this shit get tuff
Join the enemies, then you bout to get snuffed Bratttttt
If I should die

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Kidz Bop Kids

Kidz Bop, Vol. 9

2006

what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up

It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low