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though
The difference between me and your nigga 
Bitch, I live that
I catch him stopping by that hoe 
and push his wig back
Dirty sticks that hang out

a trip through the backwoods
By 3 am
I’m throwin' back shots of patron wit a blunt in my left hand
It’s 4 am
She still hasn’t hit my line she went home wit

his day)

One, two, three prime the artillery
Eins zwei drei, prepare to die!
Here you come to settle the score
Haven't you learned by now? this is war!

to attack nigga
Off a percy, I'm blowin her back nigga
My nigga trap like Nipsey, we hustle
I got a gun so why would I tussle
Right by that zoo, yeah my hood

must've figured out by now
After everything I've said he must've figured out the truth about Sabrina and me
He must realize that I am Sabrina's father
Then

Got like three on my neck
Nine on my waste
Im watching the front
Know bro gone pardon my back
That mean that I'm moving tact
Yeah i never lack
Ain't

I'm with my darg like Dennis and Gnasher
1 got da splasher 1 got da masher
3 bro bro they caught him with a wappa
Still bang goals like Laca

Big

the bih by the wall when I hang it up
I come with way more than 50 (Shots) to bang it up
If I dont fuck w the scene then I change it up
I put the bitch

RANCH TRUCK
written by Doug Moreland, ASCAP (composer/author and publisher)

Just take the ranch truck if you're going to town
You can tell by her

YULIA
She reminds me of Christmas
if it was three months long
She reminds me of laughter
When the timing was wrong
All full of cheer
And a sad type

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

Not Tonight [Ladies Night Remix]

Da Brat

Not Tonight [#2]

1997

say it's on, then it's on

Bang this in your whips (uh)
Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a French kiss
I dismissed all

Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection

A little girl is waking up this

please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule..

please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule..

Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who

It's True

B.J. The Chicago Kid

It's True

2014

For someone start with my nigga out Mack
The first real nigga I lost
Even though he used to gang bang
Whenever that he see it's chains swang
But

Space Mix [The Ultimate Nonstop Mix]

Modern Talking

Alone

1999

1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

way
Because now days more bullets fly
Than the seconds that tick on by
Good riddance to the girls and guys
Who make it dangerous to be alive
Three year

Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid

about the bees and the birds?
How bout you get served by waiters I've paid?
By the way that I paved? 
By the way that I saved enough dough for three years

Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind
I think about

where do we go when we die
Oh my god
We gon take em back to Harlan drive
Three years ago to now everything changed
Nigga wow
Four years ago we was just

Each morning, day and night
On a near by shore line
Beneath them open skies
Where blue waves gently flow by
Friends of all ages happily smile
As they