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bi egun, mi o common
Knack am with 2 by 2
Cross my man then you cross my crew
Niggas keep playing stop acting a fool
Don't make me vex or I bust my

a dollar and some change
Lookin' strange
Mean-muggin' in the back of the club
I'm hangin' out gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub
Hoes showin' mad love

I'm watching all the change in seasons
Feelin sentimental for the strangest reasons
Everything around is re arrangin me and
Takin life and make it

Keep on Going

Fleetwood Mac

Mystery to Me

1973

Written by bob welch.


For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only

life my way
Feeling free on the weekend, with a couple friends
Summer season
Sometimes life is this hard every single day, that’s why I’m living life my

like a swang at pinatas
We in the cut but I came with piranhas
Feeling like Trump cuz I'm touching vaginas
I been surrounded by pussy I lick on the hymen

in
Angels and demons with no possible reason
They think I'm here for a season but I just stay for the seasons
Summer winter and spring can't forget

When moving forward, Imma deploy a set of rack
Without trust there's lack
Whose now watch-in your back
It's been a year now you try to link
I'll pass

She really wanna link but she knows I wont show
Better get a grip before you lose your composer
I'm smoking big bims you can tell by the odor
I don't

Now It's On

Tech N9ne

The Calm Before the Storm

1999

tom selleck
Advisory terror sick of losin' money in harrah's
Mic assassin like Anotonio Banderas
How many niggas you know I bust style
So ambidextrous

my guy said it was my shit
Oh I'mma fall for that shit?
C'mon man I'm from a Chi environment
Exercise my right to stay silent
Smoking Bob Marley but I

Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola

You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan

61502
by Raymond McDermott


Verse 1:
Well I guess the protest went late tonight
Whole city on fire like the LA riots
Trying to go downtown, Five-0

Don’t sell your bod
I say your not 
My god
You scream when they Bob your knob
While You say Sex work isn’t legal
Yet You’re out here selling kids 
It’s

Festival season tryna get a lit for no reason can’t come round no committing treason broski’s tapped all he needs is a reason

Mamacita go go go baby

rung
Tilled by roving Trojans ogling agrostis by
The checkered gonfalon blobbing hymns
Drip out of the creases
Till it's contradance
Bob your hands

Watching bob's burgers
Dutch boy blu burger
Yeah we i s o you could
Say them guys is a merger
Keep ya connect wifi
They controlling the servers
Hit

Speeding by fast like a Porsche on the road
Caps on lock got my letters in bold
EEE up in the Cape of Good Hope
I'm in the sky taking flight with the kites
I

season
I don’t sit on bleachers
Turnup on these leaches
Preacher
Teacher
I won cuz I beat ya
Bitches wanna fight
Well lets fight
I ain’t bout da hype
We

up car, still work a 9 to 5, bitch that's my fucking job
Bob like build and build like bob, be rich by like 25
Dis shit like do or die, shoot every

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

attached
Married to the game, got a season pass
You was ahead but I’m EZ-Pass
From Decatur to Tifton
I make love with a mink on i'm top floor
You need a key

Ima get rich in the trap house
Wok what I sip til I black out
Call up my clique and we cash out
Pot by the zip smoke a fat ounce
Ops wanna quit make

and make them run
So we give them one by one
Now we in the two by two
Some girl wanna pull them shoes
We tell them say comot of blues
As Mali dey here
And we