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What's Clef

Wyclef Jean

Cheated (To All the Girls)

1998

of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please 

I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes 

New York City, don't get it confused 

Your song

But the shit you did for me doe would never pay you back
I'ma godfather I know you shocked I'ma godfather
Best kid in the world I love 'em like his own

only, it was gon' end on his verse
But he went in too hard, I had to, you know
Make it my song again
Shoutout Bailey Daniels

Motherfucker dope as fuck

feels to have ya brudda book money
Running round with broad spending the money he took from ya

They found His body behind a school That was my childhood

come back with the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your

Ukitweng bila sheng how's this song Kenyan
Taka taka peleka huko ama come hivi cheki hi tika taka
Kumake cash nimuhimu but kitu ya hesh ni legacy
Tujaribu

This song's by the high school drop out
On God
We done copped out
Rocks in my watch now
It shine
I'ma get a baddie
Got her
Ride in my Escalade
On road

Tanap! My respect to the King/
Debout! All man must wakeup! Remove your hat for my King/
You di live for ma body, oh Papa chop for ya sabi/
You di call me

bitches just like photosynthesis You thinking how it get to this
Block you niggas out like curse words by censorship
My worst verse, eclipsing ya
Got

can't abuse her
I'm not shit, baby, I can't amuse ya
Being honest, I don't wanna lose ya
You so different, you been on some shit
Made a song first day

love ya, I can tell by his charm
But you could feel this real love
If you just lay in my

Running fast in my mind
Girl won't you slow it down
If we carry

Vegas Residency

Paul Williams

Port of Miami 2

2019

ya'll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (shh)
So many niggas out here singin' songs
That's why them choppers hear

But dog what are you gaining by standing there complaining
Cause last year you were making songs about you're famous
This year you're sneaking drugs

Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass

 down there
Caught a opp that boy grave six feet under
I ain't going for shit
Put that shit on my mother
Upping that check, get you gone for a dollar
I'ma

a nigga lean off the opium
You Ethiopian
Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
Do a nigga Rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his

bastards
With my ski mask
I'm the first one to want him blasted
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like

Let me see what you about
Ok, I'ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain't even gotta fuck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I

stay hitting,
Like dead shot, i don't miss
Bars blow ya mind like a headshot
If there's a plank in ma eye, 
It's probably got a bow in it
Get it, so

ain't eating, ten pound for the weekend
Griminal's doing his ting
And Devlin's gone, he must feel left out
By the time I'm done here
There won't be one

on the grind
Feel like Jordan ballin in his prime
If we in the club, I hit from behind
Oh that's Jmoney, play it on rewind
I don't love her, shorty not mine
She

nhlezi ya tau.

KING TcPF
ch, the art luv from ma toes to ma fitted/
cnd the hustle in ma blood I was shown how to get it/
To the bouncing on ma step

'em, 'cause he don't have a hous
His voice sound like he got dick in his mouth
He gave his bestfriend's girlfriend a kiss on the mouth
"I'ma pull up

This instrumental reminds me of…
This instrumental reminds me of…
It reminds me of Sing About Me by Mr. Lamar
It sort of sounds like a funeral
But it