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we'd get through by chance
But one night when I slept in my nice grubby pants
Yes one night when I slept in my nice grubby pants
I found in the morning

Benjamin Franklin mi nah lie
A you mek every poor man live life
And a you mek every bad gyal get wild
Gyal a seh shi like me, so shi suck it all night
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London's Calling

Skrapz

London's Calling

Harrods, my Gucci two bags
And my gyal up in Louis, she looking too bad

Yo
Yo
Who's that?
AJ, cuzzy, come on
Yo, cuzzy, wagwan?
What you telling me,

What a Job This Is

Dré

Whole Foods

2007

on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is

Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other time
'Cause

as shit
I fucks with the Tiffany Haddishes
Raised in the the trap but she bad As shit
I fucks with the Tiffany Haddishes
She got connects on the Molly Yo

on substances and numbs his pain by smokin weed
He sits alone and cries all night then goes sips on Hennessey
Then wipes the tears off of his face and cuts his

type
Niggas switched and they played to be ride or die
One hundred days and one hundred nights tryna survive through the wire
I turnt the plug hit me for

Truly Yours

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Road to the Riches

1989

don't feel anger 
You're not all that fly trying to play the role 
I had girls that looked better on the hoe stroll 
Working night patrol, you know

ain't even gotta say shit
She give me good vibrations
So bad, she deserve a good citation
Wish a bitch would try hatin'
She can get a one-way ticket,

I'm starting to 9-5 this crisis, my life is never lifeless
These up and downs got me feeling type sick
This NyQuil for this night shift
Enough of it

breeze
I swear I'll be legend by night 3
I make 43 G's off a white tee
And I told them pipe down with your pipe dreams

Tom Tom, you were just a kid in Japan, they had brought you over from the States
So shy, you don't know a soul in the land, but you can't say it was

came back like it's prophecy
Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches
Immaculate in Prada boots
Tom Ford florals, double breasted suits
Send

Centurion

Earl Sweatshirt

Doris

2013

"Yeah, me? Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna say somethin' before I, I dropped off"

I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas
Looking for

Smoking stupid gas
(Gas) lifestyle stupid fast, b*tch i came from f^ccing rags. You cant tell me sh*t im glad
And my b*tch she stupid bad (Baaad), Gucci

nigga. Tell me what that math 'bout
Love bad bitches. Got one on the left
And two on the right. That's Tom Brady. Touchdown all night
And I'm doing it

Getting chased by Tom's they done been the mouse
Ears not open to what the drama bout
I need the cash in and hardly taken out, so wassup?

You don't even know what you're talking about
Up That Pole Tom is a global entrepreneur, an unorthodox lifestyle
No one even touches him
Yeah, Up

that white-white, Bloomingdales wit that swipe-swipe vvs that ice bright
Big City, bright lights
Hitta make you go night-night Bob Barker that price

you for gods' sake show us some pity
The public think you should be spit roasted on a hob
Then serve twenty-five years as lady boys for bad Buba Bob
So

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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I

move too odd
Know a frauds like a track niggers gotta get dropped
Bitches in my phone wanna build like Bob
Tryna land by the spot where the fun don't

allotted stupid fines
I'm Bob Marley con
I'm that, da divine
Raising my projection
One way direction
Chasing this perfection
Killing insurrections
I'm sorry

We was trappin day an night by the morning had a stack
Now I'm in these streets giving Jesus stead of packs
Tryna gather all his sheep they been