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nosed bastard
I'm just gettin' started okay

When I stop by, give me cookies and milk
Nah, I can't eat that, boy
I got a new grill
Have a little egg nog,

before
Kids get out of school
They say, "Nas, they fucked up"
I'm up early, acting a fool
Driving DC with drive-bys on Lincoln's statue
Hire my meetings

and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that

Falling into You

Whiskey Falls

Whiskey Falls

2007

on me now, boy, won't you come along?
And we went down by the river, skinny dipping till the dawn

Spent the morning fishing, fried 'em up by noon
Spent

B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make

be	-Boy, where the fuck you at? 
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past. 
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper. 
Before I

Not Yet Free

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

motherfuckers in the cold 
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people 
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil 
But it's illegal,

That's My Kind of Night

Luke Bryan

Crash My Party

2013

Uh, uh

I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side

Twelve AM
And I'm running down the street
Forgot my card
Just got receipts
Grinded
By the booty of love
Trying to find that girl
That I met in

Born and raised in Kentucky dawg
We some dirty south boys
In love with Jesus and Ball
Born and raised in Kentucky Dawg
Where the sun shine bright

Pull up to the spot
Baked beans in the pot
Got Beef on the grill
Country boys, they keep it real
Got Beer in the fridge (Aye)
Drink till it's empty

gas
(We could have the Summer of Love)

You murdered them kids, Jenny, that blood’s on you
You know CHOP was a setup by your boys in the blue
Terror

glovebox
I'm wearin' Ariat's and I don't
Even wear socks
I tell them boys in the fancy ol' truck
Hook 'em up
Square body when I fuckin' square up (Woo)
Boot

When you get to survive a nuclear attack
When you don't get food and bed for a month
When a girl boots you for a dollar boy
And all that matters vanish

Its ya boy
A lot of love them broads
You in the pitt
And we ain't no bros
You get it yeah
Going in yeah in true wit that
They spitting all they

the time
Even though you wish we'd keep your name out our mouths
It's all in the news, it's all online
Boots on, all in, there's no way out

(A strange way

over yet
I done been hurt by a lot of people
Some within the churches
Arguing and bickering
No wonder these people rather be hurting
A church house yes

boots kickin' bitch yeah you
Know I'm the cowboy
Addicted to thick chicks, tall boys
And loud toys i keep that joint smokin' like
A stack on the Cummins

I feel like Jordan trap house jumping hoe yea
Big red boots when I step in the room I feel like Astro boy yea
Shootout the roof hey shootout the coupe

cost like a patek
Tell her to boot up she know that I'm packing
Letting her have it

Bottega venetta
Need the whole collection
Did the boy wrong so i

Used to work late, at night
Why I only got to sleep in the morning
All work makes Jack a dull boy
But me I didn't heed that warning
Now I don't take

up by the deuce
Nah, this ain't no Glock, this is .22
Fucked around, still put that bitch up in my boot

And I'm a shoot it too, yeah, and I don't ran

Bro, I gotta get sponsored by other big bro, little of a plan, you know what I'm saying?
I gotta call that shit guy of her self-defense, baby, got

Ooohhhwee

Master P

Game Face

2001

started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep