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burberry england
Bad bitch on my line keep trying to eat my semen
I'm on way to the spender thirty eaton
Three cell phones they just ringin and beat it
Bitch

paper, scissors
Two or three bags, floating in the Hudson River
So chill for i flash one, remix that blast, son
I let my peoples get you, but they fucked

and treacherous
Remix that boy with sum flour and baking
Lately been running out of patience
Opps went to hiding, they scared to face me, want a billion so bad I

Tomorrow 'Til Infinity

Young Thug

Beautiful Thugger Girls

2017

couple bad bitches, too
I got money on me, listenin' to "Digits," ooh (hey)
Feet up, baby girl, let's live (uh, uh)
PJ money, yeah, Bentley's gon'

From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'

rushed by a sale scale won’t stop jumpin
-granny never had NUN but her nick name was Money
~you can’t buy love
•you might can rent it but it get expensive

a semi
Bitch got bad manners she spittin'
Double action two staged trigger on a big nine it hold twenty
Stay prayed up before I leave home so God still

Bad Publicity

Evidence

Weather or Not

2018

places, respected by faces
I make hits and steal consecutive bases
There's no such thing as bad publicity
Who's fucking with my clique, click clack

make a fortune 
I'll never forfeit 
That's horseshit 
One day I'll be driving in a Porsche with
A bad bish
Getting it established, right now
So go ahead,

Old Money

Playboi Carti

Die Lit

2018

Bad bitch, love the pole (what)
Sip the four, Actavis (woah)
Sip it slow, kickin' shit (lean, woah)
Oh Pi'erre, come in here
Got some hoes, they

call you poet i’d call you farmer
You will not be called by me poet
These stricken suckas is soft often
And offed goners got in the cough of no cause

Yeah whoop
This is the remix man
I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil
Oh! Fo sho'
It's your boy 4-6 man I'm out here with my boy Yurok
What up Smoke

I want money in
Litty Boy
S

Litty boy (Boy), Come and fuck with a city boy
Cop two chains, call me titty boy (Titty Boy)
Im from the mid west like

shit just
Touched down in the mail
That's that pack
Cause it came with a smell
AC Slayter was saved by the bell
A big dog I ain't tucking no tail
Need 2

would I be mad?
It's all alright
It's all alright with me

The kids don't wanna turn down
They with a bad chick hoping she ain't fertile
I got two kids,

Come on Down

Big Daddy Kane

Prince of Darkness

1991

much for one mind to comprehend 
A pure blend, the way that I make words mend 
And the way that I be doin' rappers in 
Michael Bivins couldn't make

doesn’t make sense regardless I’m still bombin ya
Supersonic speed I smoke hydroponic weed 
With so much THC it makes my lungs bleed
I lay down wake up two

even in the valley with a Mountain View
Used to pour up yellow look like Mountain Dew
Had to stop you could count to 3 and I'd be out by 2
From dope

two guns that could click shots
On the pulse with both hands strapped like a wristwatch
I'll laugh as my two pistols clap and such
Haha, boom boom:

shit 
Try to play it passive 
But if not excuse my actions 
Hold up wait 
10-4
You been a bored 
Andrew Jackson 
Or 2 tens 
You still a dub 
Try to wake

Yeah, mic check
Mic check
2,1
1,2
Yeah
First time I shot a pistol I thought my ass went deaf
Used to do the right thing got my Js stole then my ass

thirty-five bands stuffed, got the pants tight (God damn)
Steve Urkel (yeah), two strands, doubled up, got a half pipe (whew-whew)
Heard he down bad, that's

tight (God damn)

Steve Urkel (yeah), two strands, doubled up, got a half pipe (whew-whew)

Heard he down bad, that's a sad life
Tell the bitch, "Act

Way More

Lil Durk

Signed to the Streets 3

2018

that shit crazy, they hate with who begins 'em
Yeah, I'm so 10 toes, I'm who they fuckin' with
Them niggas talkin' bad about me, tell 'em suck a dick