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face
Might’ve stopped for a bit
But now I pray
God bless those around me
As we make our way
Doing whats required on our day by day
But if you love what

down on bruh i'm sending shots

Behind this fucking blick
Don't ask me bout' no other shit
You know I rep this trap shit

I'll go slide right by myself
I

you see this pretty face
It's unknown to you that I can make you hesitate
Stop wait a minute press rewind
Can you run that by me one more time
Keep

trying to talk about Bruno
Stop trying to make it to mars
And don't try to usher me into new celebrity bars
'Cause I don't wanna feel fame like a flame

about all things like how

You make me wanna like usher
Really wanna but I ain't gon rush ya
No pressure
Give it all to ya baby ain't non lessa


She gon

I've been on a roll tonight
I'm just being Joel
What that mean?
You wanna know?
So baby

Tell me the truth
Tell me the truth
I don't know what you

out, or we can problem solve
We can talk it out, baby let's talk it out
You're a refund, or a good ex, you something they wanna take back
I ain't worried

wanna do
If you see me with a shawty bro do not disturb
Wants me to tell her my story I might give her the blurb
They wanna know what I mean by every word

Lovers and Friends

Lil Jon

Crunk Juice

2004

lovers and friends (oh, I gotta know baby, oh yeah)
Tell me again (make sure you're right, oh before we began)
That we'll be lovers and friends (oh, oh

Bis vs. Rip

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

[Rip]
Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement
And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I

just wanna be the best version of me x2


Verse 2

Each and everyday, am tryna better myself X 2
Each and everyday, am tryna challenge myself X 2

All

lovers and friends (oh, I gotta know baby, oh yeah)
Tell me again (make sure you're right, oh before we began)
That we'll be lovers and friends (oh, oh

Usher, girl you know you make me wanna
Take you on a trip to Tijuana
I'm the black mamba, call me big papa
I got money, but i want Mo, Bamba
You know i'm

This is not a love song
(This is not a love song)
Or about how I wanna touch ya
I feel like you my Superstar
And I got Confession's like Usher
No I

You, you, you, you, you, you and you, you (yeah)
Follow me, you gon' make it to the dressing room
Take that shit off, baby, do what you do
Do it, do

act for me like Halle (Halle)
And girl you make wanna like Usher (Oh)
Let's do it baby (Na Ohh)
Ooh you got a body like SZA (SZA girl)
But got a vibe

out dooky
Niggas using autotune wanna be boof pack mooky
My pockets fat like gunna and they stack taller than uzi
Don't say you love me when you lose me

amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your

Versions of late last June
And I give this version to you

I make up stories
Of me and you
That I never did wrong
Wrong by you
Sometimes there's nothing you

written in the sky man
I'm not what you painted on my skin man
I'm not what you painted on my mind
Poor man's version of a poor man
I'm not what you painted

dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being

up
I-ain’t the one to Pick a pocket But I stella
Lick the clock tick tock Times tick-on

Take me 4 Granted oh (Hey)
Take me wanna…
You wanna ride

that nigga 
go rush'em 
that's my lic don't touch him 
you ever seen a nigga spin before his body hit the ground 
stick make him burn like usher 
keep

I told her to drive over after dude crib
Bring a couple new friends
Them last girls was too thick
How you expect me to hit?
You wanna watch Clueless