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and Lil' D trippin', tryna go and catch a three
Fuck it, niggas tryna catch a buck
Heard she fuck with gang, this lil' bitch came back with nothing
Bitch we

Couldn't hold me back in shackles like I'm tied with rope
If I was rap's messiah, come back three days later, haunt you hoes
Make you shake more ass than

like Goob
Go back to hiding in a shack, PUBG
Downhill from day one, Pro Skater 3
Don't send back, just keep sipping tea
You got 4 cats but still no pussy

Shit I'm on cloud nine again
My feet so light flying high I'm so elated
Fuck the world I'm getting faded
These laws and norms are overrated
Work till

Shorty wanna roll wit me tell her roll the weed up
90 bands 90 days all it took was 3 months
I done seen a lot of pape through these buffs my feet up I

Pimps

Eightball & MJG

Comin' Out Hard

1993

can't change
if you don't break a bitch
then your game is lame man
see I'm from Tennesee
wit curls and gold teeth
so every were I go, bitchs strike up

bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/I'd be straight by the summer

I-i-i ain't got nothing

bitches
Right Back 4 Da Summer i Told y'all bitches
I'd be straight by the summer

III ain't got nothing else to tell you
Promise I'll be straight while

It Won't Take Long

Indigo Girls

Spirit of '73: Rock for Choice

1995

you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing

the hook
(Let's go)
Okay now, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Watch me as I go and take a leap and I elevate
Be who I wanna be, read what I

the bathroom stall 3 went in
11 came out
Yay in craps
Had us screaming yay giving daps
Back when I was leaving Las Vegas
Drinking myself to death
Using

Mirror mirror what do I see
A real killer looking back at me

Mirror mirror what do I see
A real God from the head to da feet

Real god from the head to da

and my Mama and me 

The clock strikes three Papa jumps to his feet 
Already Mama's cooking Papa something to eat 
At half past Papa he's a-ready to go 
He

All by His grace
I'm able to bear it
That Cross on my back
Cross on my back
Cross on my back
Cross on my back
Got that Cross on my back
Cross on my back

at the threats of despair?
Or you clumps of hair
Bows binding your feet
Make your plea “a wooden coat” space for three
Every hour – the sand fills up – the glass

is old
Couldn't hold me back in Shackles like I'm tied with rope
If I was rap's messiah
Come back 3 days later
Haunt you hoes
Make you shake more ass

the place of life.
She believes that people are lice
who eat her, so she bites first her
thirst increases year by year and by the time
the sheen has

The conscience not bout the con shit
We REAL and you was

Circle always gettin smaller
By the minute, maybe...
That just mean i got lack in trust
My daily crazy

Papa and my Mama and me

The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' Papa something to eat
At half past, Papa, he's ready

talk
Sick of it like I seen it all
Ha!
Jaydoss
JD
Run it back real quick
I got 3m
I got 3m shining on my feet yeah
You know I'm making noise on repeat

His mother came here only to see her offspring sore
With flying colors youngest brother of three
Same story as me born and raised in DC, uh
I write my

by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall

a Viking
Minnesota fuck a hold up gotta strike quick like lightning
SLATT by my side want the smoke it gets slimy
Wanna find out nigga just come try me

Need

at the crop of all the creme 
Yeah we ball we ball  wit game so legendary write so much you 
Thought i was a secretary by the corner back i aint talking bout