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The carousel keeps spinning round and round
The kids are riding horses one by one
They're laughing hard at me as I'm the clown
I'm drooling over them

If the owner not black then I'm not cop'ing it
If its not made by my people I'm not rocking it
If it don't support BLM  I'm not shopping in it
Hell

Cold heart, still fresh, crome-heart jeans
She on beans it's slimey green
I make her leave that's by all means

Baby tell me what your plan is, i'm

Wassup, baby-boo?
She wearing Navy-Blue (Aoi)
Twin-Flame, she made for me
Just know I'm made for you
Stick by my side
You're what I want
We're

kill it

Talk it raw
Talk it raw
Talk it raw 
Like I'm jumping out the whip
Catch a pass run it back
When I snag Winston
I'm that number one pick
All

oh
Bang my head on the wall
She so good and the boy so raw
My 911 in a world so cold
My bae so fine why I stand so tall
Classified
You be my world, I'm

But it's all good, Man
I ain't tripping at all
Smokin' OCB or major pack, I don't fuck with raws
I'm high all the time, But I vibe high too
Meditations

I’m amazed
By your waist
Girl judge my case
You gon come my way
What I’m saying is
I like the way you taste
Ride me like a horse on a race
Boutta

Yeah. Geek music. I see you bitch.

I see the tongue ring I can't ignore it
Tramp stamp on her back I'm going for it
Picture hitting from the back

promise you'll get a piece of mine
Whenever you want it I'm pulling up like the pizza guy
We got a story I'll leave it for you to tell it
Can't see em hatin

Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

righteous above the law
Player my style's raw, I'm Born to Mack like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammer
My grammar

boujie on the side
For some coochie on the side
I just do my thing, tryna get you Louboutins
Diamond drippy, scuba things
Indy by maneuvering
Wait,

Right Back at You

Mobb Deep

Wu-Chronicles

1999

die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For

I'm known for the creep, no tip-toe when I creep
Blow by like a breeze
So soon as you sneeze
Your brain's purified, on to your feet

Yeah, we killers,

Racks [Edited Version; Edit]

Future

Racks

2011

by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw

Back like I left something
I'm going in raw don't catch nothing
I'm the best coming like a bitch squirting
I'm better with the green like Kendrick

of nothing if it really ain't exclusive
If I want it all ima have it all
And we can hit the mall if you wanna ball
But I'd rather hit it raw while I'm in

a pop star
But it’s not nice
If I’m a Spice Girl
Then I’m Westlife

I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my

I.C. Y'all

Busta Rhymes

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

to scheme
Welcome to the spot, I'm slang with it
Chopped up and fit it inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
Tryin'

Do You Mind

Future

Major Key

2016

We ain't got to talk about his conversate
Baby by the way I touch you, you know what I'm saying
Oh, oh, oh, ridin' slow
Oh, oh, oh

I'm just

I Smell Pussy

G-Unit

Automatic Gunfire

2003

I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your

throw a party
For everyone of y'all who stuck by me

You said you were the one to stop me
Where you at now, you never could harm me
I'm still searching

classified in that lame category|I wasn't bright enough back then|Life was so bland I done spice it up Jasmine|Damn, I'm Aladdin, get the best monkey it's easy

just contemplate

Gettin' high, smokin', sippin' by the lake
But we get to it by the way
Stacked up, blowin' through it by the day
I'm on point like