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everything you need
I don’t settle for no girl with no booty i cant see
I just want that Thicc Attacc like it’s 9/11 (aye aye)
I know who I want, booty bigger

Think Y'All Know

Fabolous

More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape

2003

(uh)

I got a ziplock the killer grown with me
I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney (uh)
Justin' a prob give us like he feel I boned

Just break out

唱 ： 馬檇鏗
曲 ： 馬檇鏗 / Justin Mok
詞 ： 馬檇鏗 / Justin Mok
編 ： Akitsugu Fukushima
監 ： Justin Mok


Leave me alone by being my own,
I guess I

Rita
Got a girl she bad and a pleaser
She keeps me sane that's hence why I need her
And I got that white like I'm Bieber
Slide it Justin and pull out

practicing dentistry
Blow a lil' smoke and then blow on her face And then blow out my candles
Blowup inevitable like its Thanos
We got a problem, we'll get it

You know Kathie Lee, you are a very special woman
I don't mean special in a Mary Tyler-Moore way
Or an extra-value meal at Happy Burger way
No, I

Keep Watch

Wu-Tang Clan

A Better Tomorrow

2014

about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil

at Moore's swimmy
If you pull them any rushes
Like a steely minor heavy
It's your non-essential city for it gets better
Take a spitty, yo

And here's your

well!
here's the thing
I'm not sure I'm interesting 
enough
I just like to rap fast and pretend, that I'm like Eminem
cause It gives me a rush

-then I go

I’m sick of this gingered twerp like, Justin, why’d we let him work for us?
I know it seemed impossible in the beginning without an editor
But just

eat more I geek out I look like a dork at it
My thought too abandoned
Car-took the top off that justin and janet
Drum on it might start a-rock-band up

why I'm around, will you still stick with me? 
Never wana stand by me Just wana still from me
My refusal gets your sharp thing under my skin like in

They Down with Us

Scarface

The Last of a Dying Breed [Clean]

2000

and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game
Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name
Some Grip It On That Other

don't know if I'm gonna cry a little bit moore
She's gone and left me she met someone else
so here I am standing by myself

I'm a fool I don't deny
If I

the past, you move like you wasn't hurt from it
Surrounded by mistakes I gotta face, but I'm learnin' from 'em
And she just wanna take away my happiness

I've had enough, my walls are caving in and I feel like giving up
I question if the efforts really worth it cuz it's tough
what's left for me to gain

don't look like Demi Moore
Hips all on forty-five, waist all on twenty-four
And it's all love in the city, still scream XO, when that Henny pour
But

The Makings of a Perfect B****

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

Davis, Sista Souljah's with
Helping me load clips
Some words from a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"
But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home

Oou i like it
Damn Glocky you ain't have to do em like that
Oou i like it
Boy i'm tryna rap, I'm tryna to open doors
You can never be me nigga,

growing up
Iamu syco gang we blessed
And don't even know it bruh
Still i want my team to have
More money to be flowing to us
Cause i'm feeling like

In her eyes

KELLY
I been told so many times
Dreams don't really come to life
But I got a good feelin' I can't deny
I might be in for a suprise
It's

when I rocking Tom Ford 
Never like my high school teacher named Mr.Moore 

Shit haven' t been the same, but I got no fame
But I got the drip and its

like that)
(Don’t you get in my way) Big bag wrist glisten no more thuggin’ in efficients
(Don’t get in my way) Trappin hard a never miss it scale

Newark, by Justin Gonzalez
What is Newark?
Newark, is like a big ass wall
A city, made out of bricks
And every time you try to destroy it, it