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So what I'm whipping in the latest foreign.
These people high, now they think they soaring
Aint a mountain high like Diana Ross.
You paid the cost, so

by me like shotgun
She smooth like the cotton
Nigga I will not run
One false move shawty that shit ain’t forgotten
Soweezy
You say I got problems it

true)
What we got, a hologram of Nirvana? (No)
Followed by Madonna and Barack Obama? (No)
A duet with Drake and the Dalai Lama? (No)
You all get

Y'all
Only niggas tryna spend in my call log
Neighborhood on my back
Now watch me haul y'all
Hoodrich I'm to the cross
9 Milli singing Diana Ross
Sold

fold y'all)
I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you)
You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die)

[Biggie (chorus)]
Do you know

and take 'em by the hand

Sha-la-la, hey, hey, hey
I'm in a mood, so all you summer lovers, make you sway
Sha-la-la, hey, baby
I'm in a mood, so all you

"Burning Times" a folk cover about the women burned at the stake for centuries past, in G minor

Music written by: Morgan Cooper
Produced: David

ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"

while I’m trappin’ and I’m on the low 

Yeah
All my high and the lows
Feeling supreme, Diana Ross
I’m talking 2, 3, die and I roll
I’m buying the rolls

Need a rep like Alma Mater a la cart
Excuses pile on so I don't talk
Solo ain't a mountain high, no Diana Ross
Just don't let me get in front of all

[Rick Ross] 
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga

Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for

[Rick Ross] 
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga

Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for

on that bar
Cause midtown's way too far
Just to sit and watch
The duets out the door
And all there's left to do
Is check my phone to check on you
But we'll

to your children
You were more than all your stories combined
You were then a God fearing woman
You were my sweet Diana, no words can define you

In your

Y'all can't goto war
Hate a Diana ass bitch can't hold no water
I'm like Madden with the stick
Hop out blitz em all
We got it all
You want it hard or it

I'm a boss
I did this shit by myself
Bitch I said
Fuck the cost

I been got rid
Of some pounds
Got me feelin
Like Ross

I can't stop
Gettin it now

like I'm Diana Ross
Or Conway 'cause this Machine is spittin' with all types of raw
Content, faith based like a convent
Until I'm ash that you put

mean, it is what it is
Have your family in all black like an audition for "The Wiz"
(You know "The Wiz" is the one with all the black people right)
Diana

the Supremes like I'm Diana Ross
Or Conway 'cause this Machine's spittin' with all types of raw
Content, faith based like a convent
Until I'm ash that you put

Let the chopper sing Diana Ross
I'm really sorry for your fucking loss And when we done, we having seven colors
We have your mamazala mourning with your

I got no fucks on charity 
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now 
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me 
Turn your faith in 2 seconds 
Walk up

a sham, goddamnit, like I faked the cross
I'm Diana Ross, friends asking why I'm not coming out
I told them something 'bout how I got some late-due work
But

All we assembled at thy shrine
Mother, darksome and divine
Thine the scourge and thine the kiss
Grant us power, grant us bliss
As thou were named

I Think It's Gonna Work Out Fine

Linda Ronstadt

Get Closer

1982

Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor

written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)

Darling, been