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that home and home ain't the same. we home 
less, so I can hope, cause home, as you know, is where 
the hatred is, all gathered in our little all

to get paper if you want it
Each day i get cudi these hoes cheaper by the dozen
We say only hit this line if it's bout the money
She wanna sip this red

a bitch like Billie
DEIRA got a bitch like Billie, I spent 2,000 on my belt, Italian black, Stefano
Richie Water VVs on my wrist, I really want that Richie

(Jeans)
****** face i can't see (I can't see) didn't got racks by me (By me)
Talk to G-Unit, let's use it
Not Offbeat Blueface
Making with Blue a Blueface

jo jo jo jo jo
Carry go jo jo jo
Girl this your round about
Moving from North to South o
What is it all about o
Baby I no fit shout o

You be

I can give it to u all night
So baby do it so slow slow I can't let go o ooo oo
Baby Jo ma jo Jo Baby komaro Roll Jo Jo
Baby Jo ma Jo Jo
baby komaro

That lil' bitch a diva, fuck and leave her
My life is a movie directed by Tarantino
Shawty is a dancer, I'm not talking Billie Jean, hoe
Oh, whoa,

(would you hold me back?)
She hesitate, her eyes bat, her voice crack
Oh that’s a trap, uhh (oh that’s a trap)
All I wanna do is
Put the city on the map,

Moonwalkin on them Billie jeans 
Dog you looking at the (E)Inner (G)Chi

The creator is the student 
cnd you by your actions and the things that you do

nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask them why they don't bother
Oh no, oh no
Make me turn to my father
And ask him why they all got a trapped soul

Nas:

Heyyy
Her name is Billie Jo
I let her go
She drove in her cadelliac all the way to town
She won't clown around, in the dog and pony show
If she

Lay it on me
The way I see you you'se a freaky girl
Fred Chyke is so nasty
I wanna roll up on your body
Till the early morning
Awelewa gbe fun mi now
Jo

wish upon a star
That sits atop my tree
To bring you back again 
To bring you back to me 

They say that all I want for Christmas is you 
Oh no 
What I

count up my racks and them bitches just wanna smash, ay
Shawty be looking for action
20 shots and all I pour is patron
She counting with fashion, pull up

baby a baddie
I gotta get it by any means
I need Ms. Jackson no Billie Jean
Slip in the pussy she’s feeling me
Roll up a wood for my energy
Pray

(Yea, Yea, Yea)
 
Fulla that drive
I got tunnel vision
Like you Ray Charles
You cant see me Dawg
I be going for it
Cause I want it all
Cant stop, Cause

I will give to you
All I want from you
Is to dance for kush

Omoge Jo oo
Omoge Jo fun mi
Omoge Jo oo
Omoge Jo fun mi
Omoge Jo oo
Omoge Jo fun mi
Omoge

dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, are you..
...ready to rumble

These heels want the ring, the spear I bring, this raw is

'm up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean, uh
Christian Dior, Dior
I'm up in

I want it all
Make the pussy go, deep
Make the dick go slidin', divin'
Backwards down my throat

Niggas call me Billie, Billie, Billie Jean

tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh

Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra

Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I

Jean, Billie Jean
Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'
He need all his profits, some say that he cocky
I know that he got it, he flew