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Can't cry no more
I don't wanna try no more (I don't wanna try)
Shit was exciting
Til we started fighting
Look now I'm writing
I put you on, I changed

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

man
How you seem to ruin all my plans
And every compliment's from the back of your hand
Now listen, I don't really know who's daughter hurt you
But I

Imma tell you all if you want
Want more than you come
I'ts more than a song I was born in the sun
June 21 day I fall from my
Mum there's more where

it's long, just like the penance that you get for prayer
I swear to God and he slapped me, he said don't curse at your father
And now I feel like

Beware

Lil Wayne

Beware

2013

us, crawl in a Caddy
Third row is when you call, I hit cancel
Really? I hit answer, fuck I hate when that happens
Phone in my pocket for the whole

on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got

I guess by now

know can clap
Feelin' like a dyke with all this
Height around the leg strap
They hate that I'm lurkin'
They say that I'm workin'
I sold bags of white

white tee like a nigga sell dope
We push the gas we on go
I don't care to be humble cus I want sum more
Your girl yea she one of my hos
You doing allat

comin up really hopin I don't make it, cuz I'm underrated
I don't wanna tell you that I hate it
But I gotta cuz you when you spitting the fire, it ain't

some land by the water
The world grows unstable
I don't wanna plan for apocalypse
Sometimes I feel like I gotta
Cuz I don't feel safe in my home
Feds,

not racist
I be judgin' by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces
Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not gettin' better, you gotta know how

year
Honest to God
And by the way
We know you don't know he is
Who gasses peaceful protesters
For photo ops kids
He's not your lord and savior
Don is

Blow It Out

Ludacris

Chicken -N- Beer [Clean]

2003

a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in

Keepin on without you
Now you want to hate me but I don't care
Damn I really love the way that you swear
That you knew what to do when I went

don't live by paycheck, for sure
Heavy on the past sometimes
I move on from that, really tho
I still hate that bitch I'm not playing
I see her smiling

(like Nicholas Cage)
Mummy said "When will you change?"
Told them nitties "I take notes, I don't take change" (ah)
Made her sniff a line of cocaine in

respect it
I am unbothered by hate so check this
I don't really feel no way
I don't give a fuck what you gotta say
Imma just show you the rings like Klay
I

white people - it's not that you don't get to be right
It's that you're wrong
White privilege is real. It's in a song now
So you can dance your little

the house, hear to turn the party out
We get out the car and can barely stand
Cause everywhere I look are screamin' fans
Girls on my tip but I really don't

Yeah, I jumped that water and I grew a fin bitch I am great white
Still let it blow like the wind this life full of sin it's on me in plain sight
I do not

really Feel Drugs
To be honest I don't feel like they Be workin
I know I gotta purpose
Heart cold so I don't feel Nothin
When I'm by lonely I be workin

safe
If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place, slippin'
Sippin' on something with a strong taste
Like Whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with

don't try to
Measure up against me mate
You smoke like five seconds spotted
Y'all like y'all left it
So I killed you on your own records like
Did that