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my soul in this shit fuck it
I put my soul in this bitch yes sir
Told myself by any means
That’s in God put it on me

They don't wanna see me get

stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper

Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since

stole my soul
I think it’s better off with the less you know
So don’t come down this road
Know 12 on my a** can’t say what you don’t know
Girl I think

Let me put on my body
Feel every cell
Catch every part of my soul

Life is music
Don't you see the rhythm?
Love is a symphony
Going up and down
But

Bia' Bia'

Lil Jon

Down Right Dirty

2001

off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off) (Chyna)

Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks

ran up more dollars than followers
Me and bae take the week off in Cabo
Life's a gamble, I'm playin' the lotto
I'm bettin' it all 'cause I know that

and 
Only Way no fib
Gotta keep my knee on
The devils neck, no grip
That's why It's better off to be saved than be lit
Gotta get it right
Don't be afraid

Get it with my flow
You dude be writing y'all don't go
Harder than me off the dome


Tell em about your life
Tell em how you came up

I came up in zone

Made In Japan

Deep Purple

Deepest Purple: The Very Best of Deep Purple [30th Anniversary Edition CD/DVD]

1980

I love it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight

I'm a highway star 
Oh, my soul 
Nobody gonna take my car
I'm

Bia' Bia'

Too Short

Put Yo Hood Up

2001

off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off) (Chyna)

Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks

Devil Music

The Pharcyde

Cydeways: The Best of the Pharcyde

2001

a tomb

'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two inch reels
That I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my

the show
Don't want that hoe cause she broke what you know about living your goals
No I ain't trusting a soul put it all on the line I can't fold
Sometimes I

And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka

really don't want no smoke
Can I put that on my soul
Pull up on me if you with it
I pull up instead if you timid
I can't find the top it's deleted
I am

to be
Shit, I'd sell my soul just to be happy

I came in this game as a loner
I learned early that you can't trust no one
Hey where I'm from, we don't

don't trust a soul so I keep it in the family
Glued to my vices wasn't living righteous
What good is money if my family can't live like this 
I wanted

come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why

film by Stanley Kubrick.
First it's tragedy then farce then they'll kick you in the arse,
When you tempt the gods with arrogance and hubris.

Well

Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar

blood in
My body when it drops
I can't take my eyes up off it
Moving so phenomenally
Room on lock the way we rock it
So don't stop
And under the lights

blood in
My body when it drops
I can't take my eyes up off it
Moving so phenomenally
Room on lock the way we rock it
So don't stop
And under the lights

of this money can't keep these hoes off of me

Ay I put my heart and my soul in this
Fuck all them niggas that's trying to get over me
Fuck all them bitches

Live by them same words you speak out
Reap what you sow the world don't stop
Only two things are certain you live then you die
I put it on my soul

Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is