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spark it out
You little bitch made niggas better walk it out
Most of these rappers only acting tough
These niggas ass or what
Fuck a round of applause

over it
No sober shit (?)
Y'all ho told me come over here
So guess what nigga it's over with
And it's over with

Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas

had ran out of options
I got a plan to solve all of my problems 
Be keeping it G with all of my partners I hope we don't ever fall off 
I got plenty

the Chance up, Donnie Trumpet said bands up
Donnie McClurkin said stand up
I know contracts are like handcuffs
I know combat when it's hand to hand or with

always do what she like 
And when she bust that pusci open 
That shit always be so tight

Screamin loud she screamin loud
Like ooh boy tear the cherry out

It's like a gun trilogy, gat strategy
What, Noreaga, lay out like your majesty
Aspect mine when y'all niggas hear my par
Have y'all straight wildin

Francois:
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forget it Donnie you're
Out of your element yeah, Young Gerald

If you think you can fill these shoes
Well then say so
If you think you can make these

Fall

Justin Bieber

Believe [Deluxe Edition]

2012

that I'm done with this song that I figure out

What's gonna make you fall in love?
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart

Fall

Justin Bieber

Believe

2012

with this song that I figure out

What's gonna make you fall in love
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart
You don't have

a beam, awfully lucent
Plucking her strings, Rebull acoustics
Shit was a dream, I need a new pick
Out with my team, put in our two cents
Clearly I'm real,

Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)

(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)

a soul you trust
Niggas fakin
They pray i fall off
Pray they
Die by disease
Bones achinn
I'm really gone catch him
And leave that boy faceless
Better be

what/ I go back to the office my coffee mug sticks to the coaster/ I catch the toast as it flys out the toaster / I check my board for information

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

This boy is staying acoustic 

There's Seeger singing in his heart 
He hopes his songs will somehow start 
To heal the cracks that split apart

Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out

Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she

through like a asteroid, catch boy
Look what you done I'm a motherfucking starboy
Going far boy, give a fuck bout who you are boy
Each line of mine every

You already know what we about
Come alive when the lights go out
No highways only back routes
If you scared nigga stay up in the house
Don't come out

We're goin' out to the club tonight
Let Fli Fat Funk Playa frost your ice
Got a Zima in the cup and I'm feelin' alright
Got it poppin' on the dance

a bad heart condition-in
Which I create, cuz that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say, Because...
This type of fag claims to never be gay

I,

[Hook 1: Triple Seven]
We're goin' out to the club tonight
Let Fli Fat Funk Playa frost your ice
Got a Zima in the cup and I'm feelin' alright
Got it

of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Blackout, blow the track out
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale

tacos, tell them ring the bell
Getting chips and it's nachos, who is you to tell?
(Nah!)
I ran it in I ran it out, what you yapping bout?
I ain't really