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I am a chair
I dance threw the night
My stage above a square
Thousands walk by
But never realise
That I am even here
I live so high but their heads

we don't run out of led
I had to sleep on a bed with some of my niggas. Pause
Had my feet by his head, things that we do for the figures of course
Once

the citizens
Known as Jarians
They all came together
They watch Deron for Super President 
No matter the weather
But by now we all should know that nothing

the weight, as the world grows colder
Feel the hope been embraced by fear
Feel relief as the dance guides us
Ignores our begging

Deep down the stones can talk

I'm a super ace, I'm on the go, coming at you in stereo
Live, drive on wheels of steel, feeling mighty real, I knew the deal
City lights are in my

gotta put in work to shine
All them bands make her dance, she gon' fall in line

Uh, I heard you speaking on the king, what you mean?
I make a player

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know this shit is bumping, man
I'm making fucking hit by fucking hit, bitch
Let's go
Phantom, ха
Lil

Mister Frog went a-courtin, he did ride,
A sword and buckler by his side, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

He bridled and saddled a big fat snail, uh-huh, uh-huh.

he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car

Rock Yo Hips

Lil Scrappy

Hated on Mostly

2007

And pop it hard as she can; got me hard in da pants
Because she in all her stance
Doing her muthafuckin' dance, man
Look, lil' body, cute in da face
She

Espacio

Lil' Kim

Life Story

1999

might not imagine
Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
Press the button bitch I'm not havin'
Or it'll your 'super' employee leave in a bag

Espacio

Lil' Kim

Life Story [Clean]

1999

might not imagine
Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm

Press the button bitch I'm not havin'
Or it'll your [unverified] super [unverified]
Employee

twice, yea I feel the same
My slow jam, peanut butter novocaine
Moon dance, solace flame
Fired up, let me feel you breathe baby

Contact (I'm not afraid,

Beat Me Daddy (Eight to the Bar)

Asleep at the Wheel

Greatest Hits...Live & Kickin'

1991

around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he play puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when

I've got myself just a little bit of love that I wanna spend on you
But baby, I'll never get that chance to dance that romance with you
Oh, no, 'cause

whistle, cats meow
Tears dry, fears fly, when I draw you close
And as I take my pills, yes two's the dose

I dance with you in the orange light
Grotesque

can dance the loopy-hoopy boogie

Although you've been captured
By rats so uncultured you'll soon be enraptured
We serve on our banquet spoonfuls

darers
The Sinners and the oversharers
Thieves who steal a red lipstick kiss
The black cats the ball caps
The beer taps and the lower class
Don't give

thats that, why u blowin up my phone like u one of my cats 
Ima bull fuck nigga u a rat
Im up up on these niggas
These shit here feelin like a blowout 
No

Dippin dippin mo
Out wit the gang
Til the bank full
Dance by urself
I ain’t wit the tango
I stay in the kitchen Im juicin her mangoes
I let the juice flow

Gotta do what i gotta do
Gotta do what i gotta do
Gotta do what i gotta do
Yo I never been the cat that rapped for them fat stacks
Always been that cat

That’s my fucking brother, 
(That’s my brother)
blood can’t make us closer, 
(Make us closer)
stuck for life like cat dog, 
(Cat dog)
cause I got his

She want me to
Pop up by the Telly
I need I.D. Bitch this  not no
Robert Kelly

Ay
Please don't hit my Phone til I'm Ready
You are not my dawg you

Written by Christo Andriopoulos

I'm movin so silent
My flow is so timeless
I'm gettin' this bag
Get money keep rhyming 
You think you a dawg
But I