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A F**K WHAT HERE FRIENDS SAY
 
I SEND A TEXT AND TELL HER SEND NUDES 

HER FRIENDS DON’T CARE IF IMA SENSIE 

SO I CHOP EM BOTH DOWN AND HIT HER FRIEND TOO

ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo (yeah, yeah)
Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a gamble (yeah)
If he won in Vegas, leave him on the crap

Feel Me

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter II

2005

wan' do? I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo (yeah, yeah)
Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a gamble (yeah)
If he won in Vegas, leave him

Wings of the Morning [Album Version]

Capleton

Prophecy

1995

Selassie I leave em terrified, what me say

Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly
There is no escape from King Selassie I
Flying

All my Harajuku Barbies I see you (burr, huh) 
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Oh (talk to 'em Nick'), Nicki Minaj
I mean, you know, there ain't

Madame Joy

Van Morrison

The Philosopher's Stone

1998

Here she comes walking
Here she comes talking
I do believe it's Madame Joy
Walking past that old street corner
And she's looking for her boy
Oh yes

wrong
D Boy tell me knigguh get'em I'ma hit'em all
From them Chevys to the Range Rover
Knigguhs out here plottin, keep that thang on ya
The most jealous

Nobody call up my phone
Telling me I ain't in my zone
Tell em go fuck themselves
Did it all on my own
Didn't really need no help
I Did it all on my

high as hell, hire goons, higher self
Send you to the upper room tired of being by myself
Got outlaws at yo in-laws, bandits at that band camp
Desperados

think I'm the worlds finest
I been tryna tell 'em I'm fye
And they really gone see how I fly
I put that lil boy through the rim
They really gone think

coco
A nigga bout to re-up
I need it by the boatload
Walked in T'd up
Shooting like a photo
Tell that bad bitch
Hop in bout to fuck up in this
4 door

I'm that nigga, this my team

Any one of them fall off, you pick him up by any means
Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts, no go-arounds, no in-betweens
I can't

until they made 'em leave

All that money I was getting with Rich Kids I'm still getting the bag
For all them shoot outs happened walking out of figure

Home

Kanye West

Freshmen Adjustment

2005

lets just celebrate that we still here and
Whoa
Never leave me alone
Tell em holla at ya boy and cause I'll be comin home
I'll be comin home
Ooh,

that shit, I love
And you know it's Yung Royce, yung
In the fastest whip, vroom vroom
I got a Toyota supra, it's fast
Tell me where you at I'll swoop ya,

would I sell my soul for riches tell em noooooo
But I'll sell my soul for my kids a better homeeee

If you don't feel that
Then you don't feel me
Honestly

admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who

I can tell by the way that you peepin me
That you having some thoughts about freakin me
But if you walk up and just speak to me
And tell me what you

numerous trips to that seventy block
I heard kill confirmed call up the OGs tell em send them Glocks
Run and snitch to the opps 'cause Inner West 
Sydney

fatheads and tell 'em put your head where my palm is
See your ass on out, call the chauffeur
Speed dial, no sir, under there, Orpah?
Catch a rest from

need a rich boy

In love with your body
Your love is your body
Your insecurities
Is more than a hobby

You hot as wasabi
Your flaws go right by me
That

Ghetto

Yo Gotti

Testimony [Deluxe Version]

2014

she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know

Cause he know she gon’ tell him
To bring your ratchet ass home
Tonight we going hard ‘till
The lights come on
Tell the DJ "Play that Hurricane"
That’s my

Listening to an instrumental thinking
Of words that rhyme take my eyeball out
Go blind when I write bars I
Put the I in grime
You call it a Boy Better Know