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powerful mewtwo
We the same stay connected like bluetooth
Got a 3.5 inside my pants who knew
Sip that shit and then take it slow
Stick with winners don't go

Bang Bang

T.I.

We Run ATL

2009

dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if

off and hang you
By the seat of your pants so slam dance
And let the world feel the song
When we bumrush the set and
Take control of your dome
Cause we

in the double R (la-la-la)

Do the dash in the Lamb', got her bustin' on my seats
Get my pants out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease
Caught

van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

I'll never be who you want me to be (What)
Wear my own pants
Should've probably

Night Moves

Shirley Bassey

Magic Is You

1978

all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy

Night Moves

Bob Seger

Nine Tonight

1981

all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy

Headphones on with the Kool Moe Dee
Soon we'll be floating like a bird so free
But there, is definitely more to the story
Let's hope it don't get

A seat opened up
Well let me fill that vacancy
I been in H Town with P waiting patiently
Dealing with my Bruce Wayne alter ego gracefully
Yeah I know what

That's just crazy
You know the Kush God
The good bud
Whole world loving my style
Descendant of the Funk Doc
Meth Man B-Reals the Snoop Doggs
They all know

Ain't no fatigue in me nigga I'm never tired
Moe got the wheel that mean G in the passenger
I'm in the back seat
Roll down the window it turns

P.O.C., uh-huh, yeah, check, I got, yeah
Million dollar drip up in my mind stable On my neck the newest cable, watching cable
Got coke up

Scoreboard took a seat on da throne
Show em da vision if they cannot see it then fuck it my nigga just reup alone
Saving up money too G for a loan
Thinking

a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by

I get good news and you the first one I wan' tell it to
My shorty, my rider, I'm telling you
Come on, I'm outside, it's a bet with you
With you by my

Kendrick cause he is
What all the hype about
Girls is really twerking cause Miley went
And done hyped it out

Meanwhile I'm by my lonesome
Sitting

livin', you're dyin'
This is called livin'
You may already be dead
Well, I live my life by the seat of my pants
And I never turn down an invitation to dance

propane
Water on my neck like rain
Gotcho bitch givin me brain
The blunt full of mary jane
Balmain pants on fleek
Stacking up mills like meek
Smoking on gas

the black sheep
Yea it’s the bar
Word to maadi 
This my lane 
Y’all lames take a back seat
I went on the road to get my 
Father out that taxi 
I remember when

fucking around
And put your hands around
My pants
Pull the trigger bitch
Just know Imma let 'em in
Bring the doctor's medicine
Then I go start again and
I

know that I need her
I be lonely
Solely Lonely
So I'm popping these xans
Trynna get in your pants
But you just want my bands
I'm solely lonely
Push start

double G fuckin double gay hoes in pants only pee
Wapon toy fake glocks on your face my iron fist
Ridin' ridin' ridin' ridin' I don't wanna hear you bitch

Where's my pants i had'em on me
And now I don't someone black just
Took my coat i had it on me
And I was warm now I'm cold
Someone black took my contacts

Eenie meanie miney moe
Piercing through lies like an arrow
I'm a raging bull like De Niro
I spit it but my pants ain't on fire
Keep it on retire
Ain't