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Don't Fight the Feelin'

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

to serve it
Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But I'm

ya'll and vibe to it ya'll
(Shoutout to Wayne on the Inspiration)
See I'm Just asking ya'll please, please

Hoodie I gotta make this paper
I got

With your broke ass
Dope in my cup sipping mud
In a Maybach
I make these hoes fall in love
When I say that
Give me your money
Lil bitch Imma take that

tactics please, we roll like capital steez
Dr. Sammy brought the heat for this experiment
But I won't hop up on this beat unless it means something
You

Basic amenities you still never fix
And you open your big mouth
Asking me please vote for me
You must be joking see
Go ahead with your politics
Let us

Then you front on all that love
First you said that I deserve it
Now you fight, don't want to serve it
Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't

your mind
With you I feel so high
C'mon let's go let's fly
I just wanna watch days go by
(Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna watch days go by (Yeah, yeah)
Only

stay"
And it's different type of vibe when she see Shay
But them thoughts up in your mind it's a cliche
I said all up in the V, man i'm movin' so cautious

all)
The highest elevation 'cause we above (I need)
All that romance crap, just show your love (to get by)
You're all
Suck up on these

You're all

F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangsta)

M.O.P.

To the Death

1994

discriminate
All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime's fine with me
You fuckin f.a.g

(Front, I make it a thrill to kill)
(Straight up and down, act like you

I'm addicted to the vibes
So we drinking by the bottle
I'm addicted to the grind
I'm addicted to the hustle
Money on my mind
That's what makes me move

seen a couple shook like they
Ain't made they mind up (Up)
Rinnegan circle like a clock
'cause they time up ('Cause they time up)
Look up in the sky,

forgetti omo nu wai 
Over here Papaye no be fried rice. 
This is how I Engineered my thoughts
Was thinking masters even when
I had a demo mind 


Your

gon do?
What you gon do?
In a search for truth
What you got to prove?
Cause it’s your turn
Time to make a move
To make a move
What you got to prove?

unless you really got your mind made up
I ain't tryna press you no more, unless you really got your mind made up

At the tone, please record your voice

Down, Baby
I kinda wanna see these fingers gleaming back
As they're slapping across your face
With the power of all the hatred
Stashed up in the bottles,

games no real talk
Rest in peace Sammy
Rest in peace so please don’t pop no Xanny
I can do this every day like bro it’s nothing (Like it’s nothing)
I can

coming to me
Back in my dungarees living carefree
Can I get some air please, cause I'm up so high now
I might just touch the sky for that Kanye smile

not mine
Yes I
Yes I do it all the time
Please don't run
If you see the bleeding lines
I just want you by my side
The trees
The sky
Your teeth
Your eyes

tell em bitch just check your left
Don't time for niggas talking foul
My left gon be the ref
I keep my mind set on this game
They ain't build me like

Eyebrows Down

Ludacris

Chicken -N- Beer [Clean]

2003

It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in these streets
So please pay attention when you're coming

nights
But I’m the first one on yo mind when you tryna lay pipe
Make it all make sense
Your love is just a pretense
Waiting by my phone for your call,

autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't

Set it up easy dawg 
Homie, get your Shaq on then

Yeah, yeah, yeah
La-di-da-da

Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop
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