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They told me that you are the one
Who is haunted by the shadows of the night

Sing to me, my love
Sing to me that song you knew so well
Recite your poems

wanna be like Chris Brown
Fuck nigga I don't do no dance
I'm all about the money
Fuck you think clout chasing ass niggas they lame
Fuck I'm bout to ball

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

shady
In medieval times they call women my lady
I don't need no Autotune
I can sing on my own
The things I went through I went through on my own
Yessir

the spring
You can see me in the octagon and tap in the ring
How many ladies did we happen to bring
With no fans in attendance, nobody clapping can sing
You

to society and they inside of me
So don't make me have to bring them out
Bad bitches what I sing about
Real shit's what I think about
Yeah Chris King bitch I'm

ill-advised 
My words are the ranch dressing my songs is a pizza pie
So eat up
I sing to the ladies until their feet up
The beat aint the only thing that i beat

Gregg or my Guy
Uncle Rays on da forklift, rolling right by 

I just seen Nobby, bout to link Phil
Mick hail up, when I’m done work big Taylor
Da pretty

take you home and pin you down down down down (down)
He did you wrong, that boy a clown clown clown clown
And if it's fuck him, sing it loud loud loud

To my time, to your time, so one time
Let's hit rewind and sip some wine
TV guides on papers, not screens
Telephones that ring not sing
Number two pencils

bop 
Comic con 
Hoochi mom 
Hard one
Robbed the best part 
Little ladies heart 
I flex her on my charts 
I flex dick make her nipples hard 
I sing

Santana DVX

E-40

Incredibad

2009

mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was

Top Off

Jay-Z

Top Off

2018

was Juan's bill
My whole team ball
Everybody's a star but the team ball
'61 with the thing off
Me and Blue havin' a sing off
That's a raspberry

the gift is, I told you that it's a ring
For you tried to be submissive, but ain't no way I'ma sing

I'm just gon' let you wear my bling, your neck icy,

Sweet Baby James

The Quality Kids

Kids Mix, Vol. 4

2003

as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear

Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby

blueprint
Still tryna sell fourteen by twelve poetry blue prints

sorrow (Sorrow), Watch them tears gone follow
But the streets don't care Ain't shed a tear you forgotten by tomorrow (So For Real)
Chopper gone sing that's

with lute in hand is welcome at my door,
I sing a tune or two and all the ladies hit the floor

Just a wet and weary traveler, frostbitten by the snow
I

Dinnertime
Anytime
Bet I am the nigga in my town when I arrive
Home

Yeah one more time 'fore we turn the lights out ladies and gentleman
(Sing it to' em

you can go ahead and sing along
But wait, do you know what you're doin'
You represent a bull, a pig, a snout
He banged on my Daddy's door
and asked

S. laprade riddell, pointed star music (recorded by chris ledoux)
On a cold montana morning
On the road to idaho
I watched her order hot and black

S. laprade riddell, pointed star music (recorded by chris ledoux)
On a cold montana morning
On the road to idaho
I watched her order hot and black

cup 
Ice cream with baileys 
I know life 
Was never easy 
Lucy fruit 
Keepin shit peachy 
Pickle pie 
My lady need me 
Blam on you 
Keepin it funky

Island of knowledge surrounded by the
Flow can't bridge me
HOT ma man u can't fridge me
I steal shines with con tracks
(contracts) can't breach me
May