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I Can't Wait

Hilary Duff

Lizzy McGuire [Original Television Soundtrack]

2002

Phoney jewels, or rock star phone

I'm waiting for a friend to call, or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why

[Chorus]
I can't wait for

Bread or bikes or garden chairs 
or sheds or beds or dancing bears 
That's what you do 
What you do, mister 

Lorry driver, lorry, lorry driver 
You're

the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out

I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes
Crib

Mmm
Bum
Bum
Mmmm
Mmmm
Mmmm
Mmmm
Mmm
Bum
Bum
Yeah

Friends taught me how to move alone (Yeah)
Pain centered me it taught me how to write a song
Folks

straddle fences (Uh) 

Get your body on the floor 
Get your body on the floor
Bum bum ba ba, bum ba be dum, ba ba
Bum bum ba ba, bum ba be dum, how low

You

Aii ah
Whoa yeah aii
Ah yeah say
Bum chicky bum time with the bomb if only i knew
I gat to keep ma cool
Even thou i paid my dues
Bum chicky bum time

Na Na Na
The way you whind that body bum bum

Come with me
I ain't saying I can save you but you're safe with me
I wanna see you by my side
I ain't

Nwa Mmanu Verified 
By Foreign ????
Lickle Lickle Tinz~~
E no go bad if I hold u 
E no go bad if I kiss u


Baby
Na you be de girle wey dey burst

When she come around she a killer
When she come around she a killer
My hand turn to bum bum sticker
My hand turn to burn bum sticker

When she come

dum bum bum

Well the sun has rose 
On November 1st 
cnd the bats replaced by the chirps of birds 
cnd the haunted house has begun to turn 
To a jolly

Them O
Show Them

P-Tunes Beats

Shayo Davids
Ok

Gel Oh
Me and the money 
We dey together
Like butter and bread o
Yeeeee 

Oh well Oh
Oh well 
Me and me

Then I started preaching The Gospel on that street
To the junkies and the dope fiends where the bums be
Where the shelters be yea
Where Evangeline bread

I Got Swag

50 Cent

Before I Self Destruct

2009

got paper, I'm rolling in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now, I got paper, I'm swimming in the dough, I'm caked up

I was a real bum now I'm really

And they can't help themselves
They need the world to hear me
It's fucked up, the population's mind shackled up
By some are mesmerized by a fucking pimp

Bang bang pow pow

[Chorus]
My money right (my money, money), my bread good (good, good)
Shawty loving (wassup, girl?), that head good!
Bang, bang,

Light Up the Spliff

Bone-Ified

Thug Smoke Out

side by side
And yes we get it on, one time most definitely
Further the mind, shallow waters and know life
Give me that water and love, we gotta make it

Formally most bread was made in the home
But it took experience and a lot of hard work to turn out good bread every time
Though no man dost live by

Broke ass nigga a bum
He needa get off his bum
Yea that's yo thot, but she
Play with my cum, yea, yea
She giving top making me look at her dumb

lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Why these raps niggas look like bums
Boy you sit down, you

GXD
Counting up hundreds till they make me pull out the ones
Feeling like a magician the way I got her by my tongue
Eat her out till she goes numb

gone come
I cop a new freezer like every month
And fuck all the bums I'm smoking on krump
Body to ground you hearing a thump
My mental so numb they

they Tryna find me wish em luck (ay)
How you bout the commas but you constantly a bum (ay)
If im countin profit then I prolly got it done
Less go I told

blink i leave crumbs
Damn
My heart beat go with the beat and the drums yea
Your thoughts weak you competing with bums
Ain’t got no hate in my heart but i

Bitch I am brutal I will cut off your head
What is you on bruh your homie is dead
I’m counting these hundreds I’m counting the bread
Keep fucking