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blow another stack 
(Another stack) 
I fucked your man 
And gotta say that tooly whack 
(Tooly whack) 
He buy me presents 
Gucci shoes and Louis bags

fly still down to earth Fuck what you sayin' it's fuck what you heard
Louis V jacket on me okay Need a house in the hills had to relocate
She tell me

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by

The Lady of Shalott [Live; Bonus Track]

Loreena McKennitt

The Journey Begins: Elemental/To Drive the Cold Winter Away/Parallel Dreams [Barnes & Noble

2005

On either side of the river lie 
Long fields of barley and of rye, 
That clothe the world and meet the sky; 
And thro' the field the road run by

The Lady of Shalott

Loreena McKennitt

Bonny Swans

1994

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by

fights
One might, say that i’m a little conceited
Plastic bags on my feet
To keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah
In high school I was hated
By my

Committee, pat'na

It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew

Can't Stop

Akon

Gutta

2008

told to eat fast,
Never snitching was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waiting by the phone gotta get it on your own.

Pop, Lock & Drop It [Remix]

Bow Wow

Notebook Paper

2007

Committee, pat'na

It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew

Woah

Diamonds kick flip like the name Eric Koston
Nails painted black but the boy still popping
Running through a red light there ain't no stopping

Nasty fucking bitch
Fucking cheap whore
Dusty ass 2010 Versace
Man I need an Amex
Take me to Louis
Look red carpet
Strike a pose
Talk show
Strike

things loui gucci that prada 
Walking round in red bottoms she can’t do it like you booboo
Oh yeah I’m jyst being honest girl your body like a goddess
I

this bitch louis down to the knees

Yea I coulda copped a chevy but I rather blow some gees

Yea I coulda copped a O, prolly flipped a z's

But I rather

just wanna booze, we just wanna high
We just wanna know what's inside that red dress
We just wanna booze, we just wanna high
We just wanna know what's

make yo mind up, make yo mind up
Bitch i'm rocking Gucci, Louis, Fendi, all designer
Bitch i'm boutta blow like Osama, this shit my time (yeah)
And while

star
I be doing flips off the whip like it's Nascar
Louis buckle what she finna kiss, I'm a rap star
Bout to blow up in this fucking bitch like a hazard

You might catch me trapping in a Kia Soul
Both hands on the wheel, trunk got half a key of blow
Nice guy but the city know I got the meanest flow
Niggas

peachy (Yeh)
It's authentic believe me (Uh)
Her favorite color is green 
Red bag on Supreme (On supreme)
Louis Vuitton logo
She so bad 
Man yah probably go

run to the mall and blow Some steam off
Hit the mall wit me Like a Shopping spree
$800 for a pair of sneaks
Size 43
Let me get 3
Mr dripply fresh

all in yo paint with that Rudolph red nose nigga
We blowing we blow with that sawed off get close nigga
You know we ain't with that raw raw raw raw

Aye it's bold nigga season nigga
Can't fuck with the gang nigga
Shoot yo ass (BOP BOP BRRRRRR)

Gucci my shoes
Louis Vuitton
Gassin' me up
Like I'm

with a stick
I don't wanna spit it up, bitch, I got my own speed
Since she wanna fuck, that bitch tryna blow me
Ice, frozen, ice all up in my body like

Madina Passage

John Forté

Poly Sci

1998

bloodshed 
Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats 
In this game, put shine up for grabs 
I'm talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime