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still a let the tool pop, I shoot it at four opps
Ridin' in a foreign, ayy, bad bitches goin', ayy
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in

But I want it to hurt you, I want it to end
Oh, won't you be naked for me? Oh now:

Please don't pass me by
Oh please, don't pass me by
For I am blind,

don't wanna lie, barely getting by
I just wanna fly in the velvet sky

And I don't know
And I don't care
And I don't think
It matters anymore
The road is

Movin' fast
You been goin' slow
I don’t think you could
Do this anymore
You got different plans
I got different things
I don’t think we could
Ever be

it
I'ma kill it
I tried to tell 'em
Get the yellow tape
Get them body bags
All black wardrobe nigga
Johnny Cash
Anytime that the Doc is the buildin'

no Johnny Cash

You don't like my music 

You can kiss my ass



I'm gonna play my songs like they did before

Cause they ain't making any new old

stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket
Too much money for a wallet and I ain't made it to college
But still can hit up Johnny, smack

Where do I start
Had enough of broken hearts
But I guess I don't give a fuck
Coz it doesn't hurt anymore it's past
Pissed coz she found her light

head I think its all a game
You think a bitch is for you but she fucking with the gang

I can't do this anymore, I can't do this (yeah aye)
I can't do

diamonds are not shining homie, you've never seen Johnny
Screwed Up Click, soldiers united for cash
We legal now, so it ain't no mo' circles in the stash

("Cash rules cash rules cash rules
Cash rules everything around me")
Ah, Lord Lhus in this motherfucker
("Leave it up to me while
I be living proof"

like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick

Got My Mind Made Up

Redman

All Eyez on Me

1996

like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick

Keep It Real

Johnny P.

Victory [Clean]

2000

the victom of the shorties in my grill
Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture

did wrong to myself, created regrets
Don't even know why or how I'm alive, owe it to that child to live a good life

Why can't I live anymore
Why can't

a Sad Boi
Such a mad boy Ugh
Life is still the same
Always fair, don't matter
Poor, Broke, or Rich
It ends up bein a bitch

I don't wanna cry anymore
I

Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television

George Carlin

Classic Gold

hurt his balls on that play, Tony. Don't you? He's holding
Them. He must've hurt them, by God." and the other 2-way word that
Goes with that one is Prik.

"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time

a punishment when I did somethin' wrong
And they don't even care about me
There is one thing I am not do this again
Watch this?

[Verse 1:]
It doesn't matter

sister where they going, she said just get in the van
Johnny confused, but he opens the door, and closes it with a slam
She don't know how to drive
So she

I
I can't lie to you
I'm broken

I'm pouring, I'm pouring, I'm pouring My liquor inside my eyes
I'm praying, oh I'm praying that it don't burn this

If that ain't country it'll hair lip the pope
If that ain't country it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ol Opry and I know Johnny Cash
And if

From the South

Lil' Flip

Tippin' Down

2005

up in me please
I don't exaturrate the price, it was fifteen G's
When they ask, about the colored diamonds in the piece
Yeah I'm one of the richest,

talk anymore
Yeah
We don't talk anymore
Yeah
We don't talk anymore, yeah
Yeah, after what you did
Things won't be the same
You hurt my feelings
Can't say