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levels to this shit, I'm
On my Meek Mill shit, meek Milly!
Ten plus ten, that's a dub, you dumb bitch
A hundred band juug
Young nigga had to snatch it
All

bag it, sell it on the streets
Fiends love a hit, so we keep it on repeat

If love don't bring you home
Nothing will, nothing will
Said if love won't

she wanna come home And taste me
Man that pussy feeling so amazing
By any means Imma get it, Studio or the kitchen
Prosecutor said I was going down, I

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never

The Gonzo Hits Medley

Barry Manilow

Live on Broadway

1987

made it throught the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
And found myself respected
By the others who
Got rained on too
And made it

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from

Let his body corrode in the grass SLIDE
Super charge now you know I'm on ass SLIDE
It be going never running out of gas SLIDE
Let the storm bring him

You should know I be getting the bands
Save my money to watch it expand
Got them bars I ain't talking bout xans
Fuck ya hoe pass her down to my mans

on the phone, tellin' me to come home
But it's 4 A.M. and I'm somewhere on the road

Knock knock, the devil's at the door
In my young age I can't help but want

Hate Ourselves

Goodie Mob

AttenCHUN!

2003

Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside

'Cuz all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings out the thug in

I'll bring another one and let her walk to you 

Yeah its young thug to the G 
Better peep my style

tell your friend to go and bring a friend
We make it fast like Ramadan, young phenomenon
The mini-me's become enemies
'Cause I don't let them close,

Cash Flow

T-Pain

Purple Codeine, Vol. 16

2008

talking bank roll my money my money my money

(Ace Hood)
And where my money young niggas gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag

down then ima 
Pick him up and break a band

I’m too damn young to be stressin 
Bout bitches that ain’t bringing in 

I too young for all these relations

the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like tilapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain't no stopping us
Why? We back by popular

get through the night
Please bring me home young love
Young love young love
Bring it home back to mama

shine
EC1 homie, it's about time
That we bring a scene back in the 905
Little bro writing records, he ain't even been to prom yet
Young Young Visionary,

Told that girl told don't come home alone
Bring a bitch without a thong, damn
She wanna right her wrongs
Repent for her sins when she taking

a claim, insane the saint who spites my name
Young Simba speak it die in vein his reign perpetuates despite your strength, It's never gonna change
When I'm

the check 
And then run it up
Now run it up, now run it up
I get the bands 
And then run it up
Now run it up, now run it up
I hit my dance 
And then run it up

Franklin road 
Throw some bands make it snow 
We spending money bring a load 
Not worried bout it I let it go 
She in my phone want me to take it Slow 
I do

right now and I'd
Be dumb if I don't send it home
Looking at my bitch right now and
She looking like the centerfold
Get it right now while you young

niggas
Behind them walls
My young niggas stuck in the trenches
You know what it is
New York City like my fuckin
Second home, nigga flex, we in the building

Know ima run another check to the bank
Getting the bands get the fuck out my way
2024 and we making it main
I'm finding that nigga and aim at his