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Tupelo

Sikth

Trees Are Dead and Dried Out Wait for Something Wild

2003

Tupelo - O!
Yeah, Oh Tupelo!
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon red...

Mama, rock your lil' one slow,
Mama, rock your baby.
Mama, rock your lil' one

I don't know shit about a brick but I know how to hit a lick and split
N**** keep talking about this and that but I been fucked on his lil bitch
This

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
I love my mama
And I'm always talkin' to God oh, oh 
(Always talkin' to God
 always talkin' to God)

I love my mama,

me a show 
RDU, LAX
From the east to west, can't stop my roll
She on a Percy, she on a Oxy
I'm like oh my god
In Mercedes, you try to rob me
My shooter

Life's been getting a lil harder, man I miss my early ages
When I ain't have too many problems, wasn't worried about no wages
God been giving me a good

'm paid to put my mama in a crib
Cause it's only cause she prayed to god I never went to jail
Remember when I had to call on nick to get me out on bail

The Ballad of Jesse James

Lonnie Donegan

The EP Collection, Vol. 2

1994

and a heart and a brain

Oh Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
Has

Don't let me get bossed
At the top just me and god
I been tripping know dey loss
Put my foot in oh my gosh
O-OMG hella rah rah talk ain't cheap
My

walk around saditty
Cause I'm a soldier, I ain't got no limit
Soar above the crowd, you can call me The Enigma
How much drip would a drip god drop if

Wicked Ways [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell

Oh, please be empty, please be empty, please be empty
Oh, thank you, God
Ah
Sh-
F-

Am I recording
Lil Kay
Solo
Wake up by my side
My sunshine
I, didn't even need to think twice
All I need in my life
Is you

Wake up by my side
My

haitians so
Its only right we do it through our own native sound
We call that konpa
First, we need the kick 
Like... one two one two
A lil' percussions, lil

haitians so
Its only right we do it through our own native sound
We call that konpa
First, we need the kick 
Like... one two one two
c lil' percussions, lil

a simple lie
A canvas shines with red paint
I know god knows I'm not a saint
Oh oh ohhh
Fuck my potential
Oh ohhh
Oh Mr. Jones my old friend
I know he hates

her bod
Whip out my dick she look at it said oh my god

Hopping out on all my fuckin opps like the battle bus
Gave me good ass brain I ain't know she

around and bless him

Bitch imma God and They already know
Know a nigga go slide cause Lil Mack aint a hoe
If I want it I buy it im a get it for show

'm off it
Mirror Mirror, you do not define me
Only show me face value not the true meaning behind me
I was 17 when Mr. Biggs try to sign me
Soul sonic,

african king
Aint painted with that brush, when they see-us
I aint above God, but right now would be my zenith
Or do I know not, of how to be like my Jesus

Up Fasho Call Me Mr. Next To Blow Yeah Yeah 
I’m Going Up Fasho I’m Going Up Fasho Yeah Yeah

Woa Oh 
Woa Oh 
Woa Oh

on me, God he ain't done with me

Oh please, I been in the nose bleeds
cin't no body chose me, making moves all by myself, now that's how do things 
Had

fuck wit no one (Fuck wit no one)
No matter what the deal you down (What the deal you down)
And God I love yo style (Love yo style)
And girl you make me

with bars
And so I made the rain come
Rainy Day flow
God say and it's so
I meditated and it rained more

I'm so blessed
Oh wow
Imma say it again
Yeah
I

we gone we send em to Heaven
Cause God is too strong I preach like a Reverend
Woah niggas be hating they step on your toes
I'm anti-social I gotta stay

keep foldin', they envy me, oh my god
I just stay in my motion, they all know ima make it far
Since a lil' nigga, I been bout the bags and I been bout