Lyrics:
Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
as you dominate my personalized playlist
You're my favorite track on the album
Skipping through all the songs, but when I hit yours, I'm like "Yo, her beat
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
I'm really gonna do it this time
I think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line (yeah, uh)
Now I ain't
every bar, go from the start
But I had to get it right because I wanna see my name on the charts
K.Ji gets gassed every week when I play my songs
Tee hits
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I
Magnito with the chrome pipe
Money just hit, agradecido
I hit with no jump
Smooth like free-throw
Respect talent only equals
Trust my close locs, y'all
Guerrero
Bob, also known as Tuan Nguyen, and Q
Arsalan, I remember you went to see "Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 2" with us
I want to shout out my advisor
All I want to obtain, I gotta really work for it
I am the cock who wakes you up in the morning
Set your alarm clock with my song on it
Hit your
Tampa Red - guitar
Charles Saunders - drums
Album Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945 - November 12, 1947
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My little
'm into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
Got it straight from source that it was just a fad
But sometimes I can't help it and then I feel sad
"So you got rejected, move on, take the hit
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
on my dog
We the truth by far
Young GOAT, way 'fore Earl Manigault in that park
Now it's prime only 'fore you hit that heart
I built a penthouse in
Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad
That's why I put it in the hook
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2
January 10th, nigga
You know the vibes
Check me out on that Gyro Magazine, too
Not GQ, Gyro
tryna get my meat sucked
But ima dog baby I just want my balls licked
And If them niggas violate I give em all clips
I get em all hit either me or 5 zip
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