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to the fifth teen by any mean's
You a bitch on me
I'm smoking that moon-rock turn me to the Buddha
Creep's come out at night boy we loving the luna
My brother

red boots and they knockin (Fuck with me)

Niggas was broke, I was sleeping on the floor of my homies
Hated by they hoes
Niggas was broke, sellin' soap

chicken gizzard
Shawty ate up the meat way before the dinner
Feel like Dirty Dan in my boots and my denim
Finna hit Japan finna cop Ksubi denim
Finna scrap

Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
So don’t compare me to ya
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
So don’t compare me to ya
‘Cause alotta local rappers like t’

boy
I'm keepin' the heat by my gut
We got us a shooter, so what?
We loadin' up when we boot up
Niggas be actin so tough, I know they bluff
I know you

Strong against dragons 'cause a boy feelin' icy
I bring back nostalgia with my beats, call me Hi-C
Make you pause, thinkin' bout my lyrics, like

the boots
Who do they protect? It ain’t you
Secure the wealth by any means, that’s the move
They wanna talk ‘bout riots and looting
Hahahahaha

All-American Kid

Garth Brooks

Man Against Machine

2014

Was the captain of the team his senior year
In his eyes, on his helmet, he had no fear
Down by a six-ball on the ten
Said huddle up boys we've got

going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm

Say Man, Back Again

Bo Diddley

On the Charts: 1948 to 1972 - Blues, Soul, R&B and Rock 'n Roll

Say man,
What's that boy?
I want to tell you 'bout your girlfriend,
What about my girl?
Well, you don't look strong enough to take the message,

Summer come, no time to be boot up
Summer come, squad thick, better crew up
Summer come, no time to be boot up
Summer come, squad thick, better

clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with

Uh, yeah
Brrah
Uh, yeah

Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons

They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know how we bully this beef
Not once did I lie

and side by side (Side)
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know
How we bully this beef,

The Old Orange Flute

The Clancy Brothers

Luck of the Irish

1992

In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all

The Old Orange Flute

The Dubliners

The Best of the Dubliners: Irish Favorites

1967

In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all

parking the fans love it
Pulling girls from the boys with a man’s budget
Can't cut it cuz we were sharpened by hardship
Raised gutter but came out sparkling

country boy shit hillbilly like it's Beverly
Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet
Roots in my boots and I ain't gotta prove shit
Follow me down

We were down by the pond, just chillin' and relaxin'
Fishin' for a legend, a big ol' catfish named Bo
With a bonfire blazin', we sparked up a joint

Bound
I'm from the Midwest with Southern heart
A country boy from the start
A cracker dude with Southern swag
Puffing on that purple bag
Steak and shrimp,

she ever knew
Left you by 1 told Ca$hOutJony "I see you by 2"

Young n*ggas we run up the loot
Got junkies that shoot up and boot
Won the hand I was

My squad, too strong
Work hard, boots on
Might some beats like a mukbang
Might blow up like a nuke thang
Might pull up with a new thang
Can't call

boy now I give up

I’m taking the keys to the truck
Tonight I’m gonna raise my cup
Until the sun comes up, until my boots come off
Until the liquor is