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got million dollar schemes, you know I plot for the cake

Couple old school Chevys and a spot by the lake
Ride so clean, ain't trippin' if I'm stopped

Stranger

Usher

Raymond V Raymond [Deluxe Edition]

2010

not the one you hold it against 
Baby, its not my blame

Yeah, you independent as hell (oh)
And doin' it by yourself (yourself)
But what you gon'

Stranger

Usher

Versus

2010

not the one you hold it against 
Baby, its not my blame

Yeah, you independent as hell (oh)
And doin' it by yourself (yourself)
But what you gon'

a book by a cover
Or the title of a song
You probably never been right

Feel like I'm all alone
Losing my grip again, keep hold
It's been a long time now

by Cee but her name was Ciara
Light brown skin, she a real go getter
We vibes off the bat like a home run hitter
Pick her up at 6, then we off

nobody is equal,
I can’t be a part of something so deceitful!

[Hook]

I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am

Hoes nieder
Denn ich bin King und führ das Game so wie früher das Leben eines Dopedealers
Majoe, Banger Musik, schwänger Ciara
Und frag mich „Wann

of "Silent Night, Holy Night" with a song that was sung to me at my bedside as a child, namely the "Lullaby" by Johannes Brahms, to a text by Clemens Brentano.

Float surrounded by deep thoughts
I got some females I can't drop
When the deep thoughts hit my mind
Roses fall and then birds flock
Best friend,

Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we

Sweeney
Title say that's "Prod. by db (G!)"
Oh, mickeys? Mine's not mini
You got hickeys? Not mine, sweetie
Got ya misty-eyed, bye bye
No, I
Uh, don't know

AMR Beats what we got?
All you G

Yeah, ties close, I whittled 'em down
Stick it to 'em by sticking around
The gang all on Iwo Jima
Got one

I'm by myself
All alone I'm by myself
Ooh I should've known that you ain't never feel what I felt
If I don't like some shit you do you call me psycho

King

Puff Daddy

God Money War

2015

to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so

Sam's Song

Bing Crosby

A Musical Autobiography [Remastered]

1954

wrong
If you learn to croon this happy tune
They call it Sam's song

"And now another treatment of this
Classic American Theme
Brought to you by

Winter Warz

Ghostface Killah

Ironman

1996

Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA

spraycan stories is the jam's title
reminiscing on many a days of being a writer
getting chased raided but mostly getting shit painted
a pain in

My speakers knocking when i'm all by my lonely
We getting distant, I think we finna ghost her
She only want titles and for me to post her
I hit my best

lost I be caught between thoughts 
I had to suffer by myself 
Had to fix my own heart 
It's not that easy even with a fresh start 
You fix somebody just

signed that damn title
And watched you stomp on my heart, now you're my damn rival
By your side, don't wanna be here anyway
I said why, watched you take

Buddha
I'm a Christian man
I only follow Christ man
Don't really, don't like how I'm moving now (Uh)
They really don't like me (Yeah)
But I guess
By

Japanese car
Stick shift sprint drift
Wheel worn soft by her fingertips
Matte black hatch back
Thirty one miles on a gallon of gas
Cheap Japanese car
Cheap

We don't got a title, but somehow I'm standing right by you
Thinking am I ever gonna find you, Why leave you unsure?
I told you one day that's what

live for my sister and all of the shit she ain't see

I run my own shit, put my name on the title
Ain't none of these niggas my idols
I bought this A-R