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hurt but fuck it, make good out the worst
I stay with this pole like a fire department
Yeah, I be rapping but I'm really a artist
I'm just tryna blow up

children, uh
Know it's a riot when I'm in the, uh
Bands up (Ugh)
I just woke up, got my bands up
Hands up (Bitch)
That's a choppa, and a handcuff
Brace us

homie
My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
I hate to stunt but look me up

the cut, and I'm out for the blood
It's lookin' like it's that time of the month
Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt
I'm

Like it's the Hilton
I been sleepin' in the trap
Like it's the Hilton

These bows that I got stank up the building
These bows that I got stank up

Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings

I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder

Never Comin' Down

Keith Urban

Graffiti U

2018

to get it all good
Light it up like a rocket
We're going all night long

Everybody sing ooh, mm
I love it when you ooh

When the sun goes down,

Feel it come, load up the tommy drum
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hands on my wrist say it's time to shine
The way that I'm drownin'
I'm drippin' like fountain

Love Song

Jean Grae

Attack of the Attacking Things

2002

closer
Dudes approach her
Lightly
Want to be her lover and she obliges
Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires
Oblivious to lying schemes

mass cheers
Me and you, we think a little different so if you bare to mention me
Better bar up like a penitentiary or pucker up eventually
Better yet let

to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when the sun is out
We gon' party like it's 99

Where

should've had some
Just another opportunity I passed up
Trees breezy dizzy swirly now I'm by the gas pump
Breathe easy, I left my feelings by the trash dump

Fuck the fame
Jordan Hersey in my DMs
Charge it, charge it to the game
Them man there brass, I ain't
Get your bands up and listen to Andrew Tate,

go by
I guess the spirit must have passed you by

Christmas is all around us as I'm sure you well know
Got the carol singers singing and the brass band

And that ain't no cap tho, and ya boy can rap though
And I got them crack flows

Then I switch it up, you should just give it up
You ain't crucial like

up with a mask
Feel my knuckles of brass, thru the window glass
Imma break u
Smashed in the face
Damn, disgraceful

WASTE MAN
Prolly gotcha bitch

New Friend Request [Hi-Tek Remix]

Gym Class Heroes

Snakes on a Plane: The Album

2006

close to letting go 
Something wouldn't let me even though I hardly knew you 
It was plain to see we were meant lock lips you
Knocked with the brass

Dope lines, bullet holes, homie
Is you sleep? Yeah, you better wake up then
You ain't gettin it
Get a job, cake up then!
If the nine don't work
Throw

and she want me to beat it up
Like I got to keep it tucked
If the Ruger jam up, on bro I'ma beat him up
Like these niggas can't tweak with us
That's Bands

every week
It is my method on how I eat
I do not deal with this fuck niggas
These niggas be acting like bitch niggas
All by myself I'm that one nigga

support
So let us in, my nigga
It's just me, plus four
Feels like we end up with
Nothing
When we start getting it all
Feels like it's better
When you mind

hate cause its me
But damn lil buddy can preach
Im dunking and swishing kapeshe
Roll dutches im on to the leaves
I get the bag nigga
Im baggin like im

my heart is wicked
God is always working
I need him all the time
Cause these demons always lurking
Often I feel like I'm lost
And it's exhausting
I go

trust the process
Dick dive deep like loch ness
Gotta big ego not modest
Body of a goddess she flawless
Candles by the tub it's exotic
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