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She ain't even know a nigga like me
But she trying to dance in my white sheets
Getting so high in this dark room
Beat the pussy black and blue we

How you grasp it is defined by grace

He look like Credo in gucci
Feeling fresh your shorty gon seduce me
Said you can find me where the loot be
Madibas

Yeah, hey
Audiomarc, please turn it up

Czzle and Audiomarc on the beat
Beat on the drum in the streets
Audio racks by the G
Oh, no-no you can't sit

I come back to you?
Like if we ain’t fucked that night, and I left by the mornin’
See me just like another sun of a gun
Yes, still I come back to you

Yo yo
Oop, I dropped something
Yo
This is a shit type beat
Ass type beat
Caca
Ballsack
Yo
I wanna be like triplesixdelete
But im a fool
I wanna be

[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus

Bitch name Keisha
She so cold with it
The way she swallow all my kids
Like my soul in it
I ain't gone lie
Sometimes I feel like j cole in it
But you

when you lose it
And there's no need to prove it

Oh Movida wake me
Kill my apathy
Oh Movida shake me
Beat the loner out of me
Beat the loner out of me

Burns kinda mad
(Is it flavours though?)
Naaa white ash i swear down bro…

Tell me what your feeling
I’ma swing like a seesaw
Detroit beat 
Like a nigga

Claiming the  ladder, I Got The Status ' They wouldn't matter in a field like I'm at
it Sleep on the floor, I had dreams like Aladdin
By myself and I

like why she need me

Bad up the beat, then repeat
Trill OG yeah that’s me that’s a 3 peat
Victory I gotta win can’t defeat me
Outta my.. Outta my league

It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City

Bruce Springsteen

Live 1975-85

1986

the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be

It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City

Bruce Springsteen

Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

1973

the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be

Karl Wolf Juicy J Three 6 Mafia
It's going down
UGP

Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go

Ooh
Hey
Ooh
Hey
Ooh
Hey
Ooh

My ear is

Game like Sega
So her coochie always warm with it
Hot too cold just right she porridge
Start on the dresser end up on the floor with it
Pass me the rock

(Are you really real)
Bobby J (Uh)
Rockaway (Uh huh)
Make Noise
Yo Kwame

Is it real son?
Is it really real son?
Let me know it's real son
Are you really

alright
But with you by my side it's gon be alright
I've been drinking
I've been living
Cuz I gat you baby
Girl believe me you amazing and I can't deny it

K-IL-L-J-O-Y k-IL-L-J-O-Y

Give me that, ahhhh
Give me that Turtle Neck shirt
A Tin Pan Apple, a German Shepherd
A wristband stand, and a lurching

those nights when I piped up her friend
So I piped it again 

Sweet ting wanna come see me
Cheeky, like 
"T please come tease me" 

Nah 

Man, I'm done

Betta drop, you betta drop, betta drop

Beat in my trunk knockin like the po-po
You sleepin on us
Well it's time to take a no dose
I get my girl what she

Rhrrr
Krrrr
Salamancah
Gang gang gang gang
Splash, let's get it
Dibale
Heu heu, feux
Krrrr
C'est le mauvais moment
De me tester
J'suis dans le 4eme

Pineapple Fanta man it got me floating like bro with the fins
King of the hill
Glide on this beat and I chill
Working these hours I save me some money

Going back to my block 'cause my block needs me (ch'yeah)
I'm always on the clock, get money while I'm sleeping
I guess I'll stop while this beat's

Aye drop that beat cartier
You and me we on different times
You don't like me get in line
You ain't balling you just getting by
Can't let you stop me