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to make noise
My heads a bit fried, so I let the tribe, come round I take boys

I’ve got my mates and date by my side
She has no waist and face that are

nobody falling
Open a text, nobody calling, got my boys, now we ballin
(Open a text, nobody calling, got my boys now we ballin')
(No matter the cost, no

just trying figure out what life’s all about
I did it for the broken hearted and the broken souls
I did this for everyone lost out on that lonely road

cnd I'll offer up another vein
For that instant pleasure
They're calling me by name

In the reflection in a boy's   eyes, I'm immortalized
He thinks

I'm in paradise
I'm just tryna live right
Got women calling my phone talking bout some soul ties
Then they proceed to roll their eyes
Cause I'm

these days
My desire
Is getting a little lost in the haze
I'm tired yeah
Plenty of time to sleep when i die
That reminder
Tells me boy get out and live

by skeezers
Now my shorty a foreign on a working visa 
cnd I still got that work for cheaper forreal 


I can hear the money calling me 
Back then you

Trap Money

Flame

The 6th

2012

believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood
Boy

Back in the day I had a lot of pay
But then I got saved
Took a pay cut by the way I'm

and looking for his pager 
What's in the news today did we find a saviour
Nah I'm just looking for some part time labor 
By the way did you remember put the gas

covered my body in armor 
But I'm more protected by His Word yeah I side by the Father (Alright)
Ya'll playing Game of Thrones with this thing
Imagery

never good for her
About six years older
Parents thought it was a phase
Started calling on God
By the time that they tried
It was just too late

(Chorus)

To remind him that he muthafuckin smokes
In my house 
On my couch 
Cause He muthafuckin broke
Boy whatchu saying 
By tomorrow man this nigga will forget it 
I

To remind him that he muthafuckin smokes
In my house 
On my couch 
Cause He muthafuckin broke
Boy whatchu saying 
By tomorrow man this nigga will forget it 
I

Who

Sugababes

Hole in the Head, Pt. 2 [UK]

2003

Every minute passes by
You're always talking
Makes me cry
Finding out the reasons why
I'm needing space get out my ride
Talking about what I do,

Mafia Music [Music Video]

Rick Ross

#d3radio: Maybach Music Edition

but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money

smiling
What a fucked year can I please rewind it
But I’m left with silence
Prayers unanswered left me heartless
Lost in darkness
All this pain inside I

We been reaching for the stars all our life
Ain't got a money counter so we count it four times
I don't trust too many so I keep it by my side though

I fell in love by accident, ask a friend. I lost my own mind again, time will tell
I cracked another diamond to tide yourself. I tore my own heart

Do you ever even see me
Walking on by is how we say hi
Just one time let's do it different
Pleasant surprise when we lock eyes
We could get lost in

fingers
Mystikal 45, that bitch come with danger
So many bitches, they calling me gigolo
Got a fox on my back, not talking Vivica
All of these niggas, they

way
I'm freely falling i'm going astray

We're losing time the days go by
I feel the anger rising high
The days and weeks and months go by
We're lost in

Yeah
Bento oh Bento
yeah yeah
Ooh I ain't never lost
I'm on my supreme shit
Like Diana Ross
Paying with the sacrifice
That's the price it cost
Want

Why you ain't sleep, after all boy
Ain't you the one calling me
Know I'm childish
And my mouth slick, but you like it
I would love to chop it up a bit

or the deepest desire 
Any dream of a boy or a girl 
Blind em by the light when a flame becomes fire 
And leave them clutching their pearls 
When you walk out