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Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

amuse me
Why don't you tell me what you see in me 
'Cause I ain't showed you shit but D and you're already kinging me

We're friends
We're cool
We're

though..
She tripping out, fuck she talking bout
Wow she's By far the farthest from being smart but regardless of the obvious
The white girls party

Let's Get Busy Baby

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper

1988

my harem if you'll be my lady
C'mon what do you say, ha
Let's get busy baby

Look, be honest, come on, don't lie
Tell the truth I'm a hell of a guy,

and
She doesn't like anyone your dumb
Drunk friends don't care for me and
I always told you so yeah

I wish you didn't tell me I was special
'Cause now it's

my harem if you'll be my lady
C'mon what do you say, ha
Let's get busy baby

Look, be honest, come on, don't lie
Tell the truth I'm a hell of a guy,

As they come a knockin' at the door 
Well don't let em in till it's all lapped up 
Somebody shouted, MacIntyre 
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk

they side by side... white Ts won't wear em twice... I know she wishing that I would just die... she just mad that I only fucked twice.... pray to my

Ok it's late
Yeah I fucked it all again, I know I'm drunk
About to lose myself again
I know I'm fucked up, acting up with all these friends
Out in

still be rich by 70
If they let me into the industry ima play dirty this ring ain't for purity
Me and my niggas and all my security
Had to get rich just

of it all, I'll Pull back & crossbow
Yo, I'ts Chaos motherfuckers, You'll reap what you sow
Duck down and stay low or get Mowed down by a pro
Don't react

your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers

Let me start it off,

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

can you just give me one year
Like just give me one year, man, let me put everything into this
And if I don't get it, fuck it, I'll just submit,

a friend, God keepin' me sane
I'ma go and paint everything white

Don't care about a thing, blood on the money like I blew a nigga brains
Gettin'

don't need weed
You don't need me
Let me proceed
Up this narrow road
Tally ho
Here we go
In the cold
Get a fix
Function in spurts
Dealin' with hurts
Hand

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

Chorus:
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let`s fight today.
You know I don`t

Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants

Neighborhood Hoez

Freddie Gibbs

Cold Day In Hell

2011

Sitting back, getting by dick sucked by the neighborhood ho
East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke
Stay twisted off them potent

Yo, this is somethin new by
Notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KMG
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin

Undead
Undead
Undead
Undead

(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck

Undead
Undead
Undead
Undead

(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today
You know I don't give a fuck

White dress, nails done
Drink it straight from the bottle
Yeah
Why stress, still drunk
Don't care if there's no tomorrow
Uh, DJ, play this song
Uh, I

friend at the pen, 
Real hoes let your best friend know about men 
'Cause I be squeezin' ass 

And will make a full glass disappear like a genie 
Move

don't even gotta say his name
We was never friends, so let's end all these fuckin' games
Ever disrespect me again, I swear I'ma fuckin' kill you
Always