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MELODY MANE
Laura Diederich
last an hour in my shoe (woo)
It's an Air Force One (woo)
Trainers by the truck load, trainers by the ton
Don't be dazed when I catch you by your J's
last an hour in my shoe (woo)
It's an Air Force One (woo)
Trainers by the truck load, trainers by the ton
Don't be dazed when I catch you by your J's
Being of sound mind and body
This one goes out to England.
My kids can split the rest
Drop it
Multi traumas split by commas
Including comas pop those
you
Youngest in charge I sense it all these niggas fraud
The fam who I do it for
Vacations paid for
And the crib look like a resort
I put in work
don't make no sence
You gonna miss this sweet delicious licorish
I'm over here pourin' the liquor rich
Bout to make a wish!
You only got hate for me
It's
who wanna get in it
Man, this shit is real, not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back
Let me make it
Monica Seles
I split a divine rhyme, exquisite like some elegant wine
Here's a toast, the world is mine
I promise I'm a keep it punk
I represent
[Chorus - Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas want to let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But
and bae
Gotta keep it by my side, it's just me and bae
Yeah, gotta keep it by my side, it just
Don't make no sense if I don't got you with me
You the one
or dance on sand
My vibe makes it so* to stand
I like to move, it makes me smile
You gonna fond of my style
I like to dance, move and lift
Dance yo! U get
I had a dream my brodie took me that shit had me hurt split my dollar with some niggas dat ain’t do it first I told my bitch to never lie kuz dats
to smother
It's just something bout your voice, when you're by my side
By my side
I need you here
Baby I can't lie
Every time you're near
You make it easy
phone and I keep pouring
Know the feelings gone and it don't make sense
Are you lost? Cause I know I am
Is it wrong that I want that shit again?
Cause
I ain't gotta flex
I don't need the stress
Get it off my chest
While I'm up here make a mess
Rapping it quicker's a test
Proving that I am the best
never been afraid of rockin' the microphone
I'm prone to be eliminating
Cling when I sing a song of sixpence
If it makes sense/cents then sing along
ear-lobes
In orbit by bit I make it fit
'cause I'm here to knit myself together
In whatever split form I format
And after that
I never stay the same
sef know say I don try
Like play play I go craze
I dey pray Make you come save me
By your grace I'm gon make it
I got faith I'm gon make it
Got my A'
The way you wake up by my side
Shawty be so bad, it’s got to be a crime
All your moves just make..
better than ever
And we wanna say it
Make the whole Tampa Bay Area say shit like this
Let's get it
Like oh snap son god damn he's so fucking fresh with it
lil' syndromes
Tryin' me, ah give you bad luck with these split poles
Fuck a switch we call them Vines shoot a hundred rounds in six seconds
Make me wait
Who you wanna be?
Tell me what you wanna see
Is it sitting by the beach while you feel the sun gleam?
Is it something of a dream?
Something you could
lies within you makes you more of a
motherfucker
why do you think i would let it slip after a simple apology sent through your gritted teeth?
playing
brief, and yet, immense
When I'm old, I hope it all makes sense
I see no clearer by the sun than by the stars at night
If anything, I dread the naked
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