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"42"

Rae Sremmurd

SR3MM

2018

the new Lou', skip to my lou (yeah)
Whipping up checks like tofu (whip it)
Gone, but I'm back in a few (gone)
Plush carpet, got no shoes (shoes)
In

Ride for Me

The Falcons

Ride for Me

2018

(when I get that)
Buy a bag and smoke it like a zip (like a zip)
Tell me where's the logical event?
Bustin' a bazooka, turn your noodle to chalupa
But

the movie
Young nigga big motion so watch how you moving
No cap in my rap if you think so come prove it
Don't care bout no stripes but your life you can lose

for prison
Flip you out ya sneaks if we see you snitchin'
My BM bitchin' bout this evil livin'
But she don't no about the shit I seen and been in
Every

relations 
Of mothers that carry the pain 
Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail 
Big brothers been slain from hails of gun fire 
It

I'm still hungry mayne
Big boy, but the bitches still love me mayne
And I'mma need 20 grand if she wanna choose
Ralph Lauren jeans in my Louis shoes

covered (Bee)
Two rubbers, fuck her by the rain gutter
(Fuck, fuck)
Big boy chop got a light stutter
(Click, click)
And I dress too fresh like a mint odor

now I'm bout to smoke em all
Changing up my ways
I'm getting back to all my basics yall
There's no mistaken
This rappers built
And he's built with

[Joell Ortiz:]
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother
My mind hovers

Burbans And Lacs

Z-Ro, Lil' Flip

Tha Get Money Pro Presents: Rap Game Trap Game, Vol. 2

2009

Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all

Burbans and Lacs

Lil C

Get Yo Weight Up, Vol. 2

2006

Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all

Comin For Ya Head

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

smooth right there
Blood diamonds sitting real chunky in my right ear
Killas, skin your ass with no contracts
And little niggas got nowhere to hide but

bitch)
I like money in my hands 
And smoke all in my lungs, beat you with this choppy
Cuz this mini glock don’t hold no drum
But that bitch extended they

a bitch, "Ride the boat (ride), but, bitch, don't get no high hopes" (high)
I done sold a couple ki's
Lebron, I got a couple rings (rings)
Big chops,

touch her load my tech
She always by my side still got bitches and the text
Standing on a large ship always with the big flex
Driving in a rich whip

talking no heat but I dip
You tryna show out, in front of a freak
Now you the RIP faygo cream soda my choice
Hear it in my voice
Yo' main bitch wanna hear

got real
Grew up by myself so it be hard
Not to feel alone
Clutching on that fire
Wish a Nigga would try my home

I wanna cry right now for real
But I

slippin by the seaside
But my name ain't on your knife
I'll be real, no one bored me, left his fit the same color as the racing car Roary
Shots pissed,

call me ichigo
Man my sadness is too deep, so im all alone
I wanna talk, man to man, but im in my zone
 
Bitch I need the fire, man i'll take this shit

that line, I smoke that fire
I know it hurt but you still told me that you lied
We made it work but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse,

ass, let me see something
Tell your little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress

the fridge
Now papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that
Don't smoke no cig' but I'll shoot that, true facts

Nah I mean?
My lighter St. Laurent

have it then you don't
Could be tragic

Abracadabra, everything deep
Ego drive by every week
Something on my mind it's peak
Life's such hike, big three

There's this guy I knew back when I was in college
He liked to show off all sorts of smoke tricks
But one trick in particular always stood out to me