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Yeah Hold up she get carried away but ain’t no stopping her
She too deadly shoot away bust it like she got a gun  
That’s just how it go down, I’m

Pack touchdown send it the distance
Bob Evans nigga I got the biscuit
Diamond on me and they str8 from the district
Arm & hammer wit da dope

sinning with the best of you
Floating on a stepping stone, or rather that
Super-sport chevy, got your chick riding heavy on my testicles
By any means

the dice game
I head cracked 'em
Quarterback, if he got the work
I'ma sack 'em i came up hittin' highzes
I'm from the projects
I bought me a 7 plate

a place for me
Lil Top, I got a K with me
A Drac', you know it love to sing (Grr)
He really pussy 'cause he red
But long as you know he gon' get down for me

paper you must bodybuild
I ain't gon’ hold ya'
Like a step daddy when he scold ya'
Poor punch
Why you sleeping waking when I fold ya'?
Hold her now I

Uttama.

Suruchi was the younger wife full of charms, the king was therefore very much enamored of her.

And always lived in her palace.

He never visited

hold on not to close I got This Glock on me
I do my thang and put it on chrome hearts on me
I told her that I'm coming by Myself but I am not lonely

with a Spanish accent
Twice her age and I'm actin' half it (haha)
Grow up? Nah, not that I know of, y'all
Basement just got a frickin' overhaul
Got

Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you

I dine
That's that filet mignon
Don't you be teasing me
I wanna go with you all night long
On the dance floor
I got her singing all of my songs
This

My pocket's getting deeper cause this money makes it stretch

My homie Mop and, he a sweeper pussy, don't get me upset
She asked me if I love her, told

trust you
One thing I hate about a sucker
They always end up offended by my hustle
I just got off the phone
With my mama, my nieces
I told 'em I love 'em

Might die like Bob Marley died
Steady rollin' up dope and it's like
5: 45 up in the am
Mama say it don't make sense, I ain't high
Ain't got no patience

foolin
Shorty sucking on me, so long that she get to droolin
Hey, remember that time
Really thought you loved me, and that you'll be by my side
Turns out I

Pubic Enemy

A Tribe Called Quest

People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm

1990

he got vicked by the enemy's trick
The thought of cheating made the maiden so sick
That she screamed and screamed, went on and kept screaming
Threw

her like acid
Fuckin' on a white bitch from the past tense
Niggas made outta plastic, uh
.40 hit his walls, hit his plaster, ayy
I don't got no

(Listen to your heart)
But when I ghosted, her and him they got closer
The guy she liked before, turns out now she loves him
Now calm down before you fuss,

(woah)
Cover my wrist now i'm looking like Lake Ontario, got rid of the landscape (hey, hey, hey)
Done tossed her back in the lost and found man i really

baby's red shot, he took no steps
Name don't even hold weight, he got no rest

Back doink for some crumbs, I'm a cold wreck
Finger fucking on his cake,

I gotta wait

Look, I'm 'bout to slide on ya ass
I ain't lookin' at ya
Got my eyes on the cash
Baby daddy with me, he on C class
Look, I kill

And I still got a million rounds
Of lows in my holster
I told you
I don't see my daughter as much
As I'd like
No I don't get to hold her
And I wonder if

her
But still somehow she got my mind infatuated
Absolutely fascinated with the thoughts of what she might be like
Time after time after time I had

pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five

Hold on, oh, child
Huh, you got to understand
Everybody, ayy, everybody