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the club,
Gotta step up, gotta do that thang, Two more shots, she be off the chain

I step in to the club, and I see her.
They gravitate, and no one seems

One for the money in the car I drive 
Two for the girls who are passing by 
Three for the house on the hills outside 
Four for the guys and the wild

you at
Insomnia got me woken 
I can barely hit the sac 
Please come back 
I keep faith with your 
Made psalms
I keep faith with your chain on 
I keep

Embraced by Moonlight

Centinex

Reborn Through the Flames/Bloodhunt

[Music: Schulman]
[Lyrics: Schulman]

Our dream became reality as we enter the path of mourning
The dark lord, our master, we follow the way foretold

Brad Pitt, yeah (woo)

Yeah, diamonds dancing in my chain
Diamonds dancing on my wrist (chain, chain, ha)
Diamonds dancing on my rings (rings)

Cuz we got so many bands
Investing into banks
Got me a diamond chain
We got them bands X3


Writen by Stelove Koko, (C) 2018 Stelove Koko, Xx Gang, All

[Chorus]
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't

that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)

Gun show, I dropped

foreigns north of these southern dames
Playin' games, I'ma fuckin' up my brain
J coppin' plus chain, chains swingin'
Singin' songs, bad bitches hittin'

page 
Soon as I leave get on a flight but we in love with the same thing 
I gotta change you gotta change, that’s the only way the chain gleam 
Back with

ratchet bitch, Miss Connie that's my cleanin' shawty
I shop at GQ, get a cut, buy chains
No baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell

boy
I'm keepin' the heat by my gut
We got us a shooter, so what?
We loadin' up when we boot up
Niggas be actin so tough, I know they bluff
I know you

I don't want no ball and chain to hang on me
And I don't need no ties
Don't want your wedding ring
And I don't want no ball and chain to hang

you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope

to see

Yeah, the blues have been
My old boss man
And lovesick it knows me by name
You could say I was lonesome for a livin'
And heartache is my

U.S.A.

Ying Yang Twins

USA (United State of Atlanta)

2005

U.S.A. Lyrics
Its the return of the, of the motherfuckin brainiacs.
Capitol homes represent East Atlanta where you at YING YANG!!! 
We back

you're too much alone
Goodbye
We're too much the same
I'm off to where no one has to say
Goodbye
There's always a chain
A link into what went on yesterday

gold chain
Like I'm in the dope game
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
(Bitch I do my own thang)

Mobbed out lookin' like a G
See me

And All dem guns that you got you gon die without it
Why you stressing bout that bih you gon die without her
And all the chains that you get you gon die

I got incredible taste
I took communion blessings the saints
This is Indelible grace
High without edibles settled and straight
Covered by Christ like

Shuns the young for being blinded
By the status moving fast
Moving too fast
Suck me in
Sit me out
Cut the chain
Fear I'll lose my name
Fear I'll lose my

carcinogen cold
We talking ‘bout the dough by the pound
All he get is two black eyes
Coke and a smile this is Abraham and Moses
This is Croach from the cow

reproduce
And we grind just to feed our youts
Getting by's like squeezing through
That's the cycle of me and you
We're designed to lose (IIIna di ghetto)

See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me and the gang love rolling up Opps
See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me