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White air forces
Challenger horses
I look good
I know you can't afford this
Champagne showers now it's on the curtains
Pink typa percs so you know

Hi Bich [Remix]

Rich the Kid

Hi Bich

2017

Oh my God, Ronny

White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi bitch, hi bitch
Hi bitch, hi bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it "no"
It

make it pour
Big waves, heavy dirt, by the shore
I got racks on racks on racks, still want more (yeah)
I got racks on racks on racks, still want more

And everybody watchin' when the whips pass by
Now watch the watch how it dance, while I thumb through the bands
Sellin' rocks in my trap, got beaucoup racks in

pull with
Funeral ready
Like the day he took his school pic
I am not the one
To come around and fake cool With
I’m a real boss
I keep the 8 ball by

currency olie
Deesdae is it attensie
Of issie regte woord, Aandag
Jokes aside, kan os saam lag
I enjoy life even though we orphans
Oppressed by the mighty

Rumors by Fleetwood Mac while I'm naked
Kendrick Lamar Section 80 and MAAD City
Band of Skulls Baby Darling Doll Face Honey
Bright Eyes The Peoples Key

me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say

Guess Whos Bizzack

Fabolous

Soul Tape, Vol. 2

2013

But you did soon as you got a chance
Why you poppin shit? You should poppin bands
Living that good life without a care
The new you is hot headed

Throwing Dollar$ For Thrills
Lyrics by © Graham Hull 2023

We're way out in the country outback
We're way out in the country
We're throwing dollars

is a whole lot of horses
I'm on they ass no remorse
Felt like my hand was forced

I made a band today
I'm too fly can't land today
Niggas be in the way

keep, by killing cattle 
I'm sitting on a high horse, named 30 30
Kicking up dust, leave yo whole town dirty
Face covered up with a blue bandana 
Southern

Out west, give me a test
I'm fucking a thot on her bed
All I see is red, God is who he met
When he talked that shit
Drive-by drift, don't get hit

Out west, give me a test (yeah)
I'm fucking a thot on her bed
All I see is red, God is who he met
When he talked that shit
Drive-by drift, don't get

band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin'

bitch she adore me
I’m rollin' round in a Porsche
With a horse
With a horse
Yeah
With a horse in the front of it
I got these bands
I got these bands
I’ma

Circus

Tom Waits

Real Gone

2004

We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her

I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used

a cowboy with no horse, indeed…

Arrangements and production by C. Saiz, C. Zumieta & X. Salinazarmendaritz.

It's DJ-Z!, yeah
I'm a tall boy, six foot five boy
Raps all gold, like a pirate going "ahoy"
Say I'm on a high horse, yeah she ride it like a cowboy

can drive by me cause buddy we live in the present

Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh
She be capping on the bros when she say she

Uh uh
Grr grr grr
Uh uh uh grr
It's kweezy
Uh uh
Grrrr
It's kweezy
Grr grrr
High quality gas I'm pumpin da fuel
Kweezy getting pounds by the two

Please observe me if you will
I'm Professor Harold Hill
And I'm here to organize a River City's boys' band
Oh think, my friends, how could any pool

The Porsche porcelain, the rims are gorgeous
The earth went skrrrt, it got so many horses
An all white chain same color your forces
An ounce of what