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choppa sing, dion, celine
(You motherfuckin' dog, he ain't playin-)
One for my momma and one for my queen
I won for the drama, i'm causing a scene
They

Uh, aye
I put my bitch in CELINE
Can't fuck with no hoe
That's a one and done thing
Yo' bitch call me her pretty boy
Ha, bitch you unemployed
Failed

the Hills, I'm in Brooklyn, homie
Invented the swag, bro is you mad?
I fucked your bitch in the home in the cab
Hollywood blonde, Yves Saint Laurent
Dion

Pick Up The Phone

Young Thug

JEFFERY [LP]

2016

up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up

Pick Up The Phone

Young Thug

Pick Up the Phone

2016

up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up

anywhere that's on and off the globe
When I hop up out the P1
I could get you dripping in Celine like you was Dion
Rearrange the guts up your car, they

N.B.C.

Noreaga

Rush Hour [Original Soundtrack]

1998

I'm with Celine Dion 

Throw her in the bed, she the next one I pee on 



Say what bitch 

Phase two 

Yeah yeah 

What what what 

What

You need Dion in his prime just to cover my drip
She waiting on me to buss her down that should cover the tip
Smoke and mirrors, they don't see me til I

can't go to sleep
It's time to eat (it's time to eat)

It's time to eat
Where I'm going next you gotta see it to believe, yeah
My bitch super bad,

na samolot
Ta scena jest pełna pizd
Ja chcę mieć twoją nad głową
Śpiewaj dla mnie jak Céline Dion
Czuję się jak gwiazda
Kiedy na mnie Céline i Dior

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

Jet Lag

A$AP Ferg

Floor Seats

2019

yeah, uh
yeah (yeah)

Sit leaned back (woo), got a lot of chips (yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (right)
Celine bag (woo), got

Celine
Dion, you're my desire I wanna be on
Fuck it, I get inspired and want you in my arms
She suck me and swallow me
Y'all don't understand, she got my

you
Yeah

(Verse 1)
Aye
This that late night shit with you and I in the coupe
Drivin' slowly with some 90's R&B on a loop
This that look each other in

Shawty winnin', ballin' out
Take a molly then I stall out
She tried to put my dogs in her dog house
When they smell fear you know they poppin' off

a bag, right from Celine (Right from Celine)
On me
I'm on the come up confidently (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You see
Movie I'm on the screen (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

leave you stuck
I'm smoking exotic go straight to your body
Like yea and i can't get enough
He say he don't believe in heaven
Just watch my nigga we gone

hate Van Dam's, southern maxims.
I hate Tony Robbins and get er done
I hate All Saints, except for the cute one
I hate Dodge Neons, Celine Dion
I hate

So me pre smart
Trust nobody not even you sweet heart
You got no money then she gonna depart
Leave you crying out in a de part
Be real smart
All I

'll take your girl then I'll make her get on top of me
I'll make her scream then I'll make her sing Dion Celine
Now she call me Freddie the way I'm all in

bullshit at my door
I am he who's name you must
Skip
They whisper in dark, getting marked with the skull
Sign the page with the snake blood
Hiss
Inkwell

a few
Girl you know what we do

If shawty want Celine then I'm Dion 
Baby really use to the peons
If I look up in her eyes, imma get between her thighs

don't fuck with lean
And My heart will go on
But no I'm not Celine
And I love to see you struggle when you fit up in them jeans
And I know you nonchalant

I'm the one, you is at the two, Dion Waiters
She a work of art so I put her in Gallery
And your man a sale shopper, he don't got my salary
And the shoes