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touch you in the physical
Form
Girl that _____ warm
Blocking numbers cuz the texts coming by the swarm
They hit me when I'm touring
My room look like

Sooo
This one
Is a true story
My story actually
Yeah.
It's my time
Don't be shy
I'll give a try
I'm going all by myself
By myself
By myself
I don't

this
Fuck up and popped it, ugh
So gwarn then, hate, I don't give two fucks
R kid, you can tell man later fam
Your gyal told me she got cake for man

One tIme for the vIbe the kId wIldIng
SmokIng Ice cream coolIng on a Island

New drIp nIce look reId stylIng
KIck a free better than ya wrItten

Flash Light [The Groovemasters' Mix]

Busta Rhymes

The Greatest Funkin' Hits

1996

a good night
Kid let me tell you bout your fate
As the mothership connects in CC, Chocolate City
Got kids under pressure with the Bop Gun boppin
We

I pull up on her, her head game is baka
She itty-bitty like a Miata
You know Imma hit her, you know Imma bop her
Play with me you know Imma drop her

For Me
Just me myself and I
Who gonna check up on me
For Me For Me For Me
I know it sounds selfish
But really I can’t help it
It’s nobody to look

away-so you better follow me before its to late 

If you wanna lose weight come find me, I’ll whip you in shape like rocky 
I lift up ya soul, lift up ya

with me
And I'm gonna show you the whole city cos
When I go see the place for myself well
Imma link up all the whole family

So just
Ayyy (Yeah, yeah)
Do

stop me, y'all too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon same thing, in a room
Sittin' by myself, findin' heaven soon
Many things that will trouble you
Look

Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop um, 'nough styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
Yo, I riggedy-write my

she dyking got this one bitch, Tiny C
She tryna fight me
Got this one bitch like, "Tiny Bop, what
You don't like me?"
I'm just tryna fuck, baby, I ain't

Family

Mobb Deep

Nastradamus

1999

And that's how it is, that's how we live
Sometimes I find myself wearing the same shit for days
Not caring, bout what they gon' think or say
I got that, I

not even baby momma heaven or girl from the club
Wait pause no more play I think I need me a sub
She want everything by any means (Including trust)

Ayee
Bitch this ain't no ross and Rachel
Lately I been off the perky I ain't no angel
I pour up promethazine
I mix it with Faygo (Ouu)
All by myself

the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib

rap
While education is getting wrapped
I need some help, I need a map
Get me away from the school in a snap
While I know kids are disadvantaged
I

the g spot
gotta come with it, or touch me not
Me my self and I we living

Me myself and I been thinking

To be the boss you gotta see a boss
Y'all must

wrong, love, I just stay to myself
Wanna make it seem like it's more than what it is, we grown we' not kids and it is what it is
Cruisin' down the coast,

the truth
They told me kick rocks but i kicked them shits into jewels
Call it sauce or the juice, i'm just a mix of the two
Thick skin, my calm probably

when they see us in traffic
Cause they know we take the scene
And I keep a sexy bitch and yeah boy she gonna spray for me
Her name is Nina by the way

with me fuck hands mane I had braces (Brrt-bop)
Make shift weapons in the hood like we ancients 
Stayed with at least a screw driver I was anxious

On the the real
That may be what’s best for me
Pull up in a mf droptop
Good in my hood
See the kids playing hopscotch
Feel like that I’m heading for the tip-top

Love got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
Girl you've got me Tipsy
Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy, Tipsy
I don't want no drama baby, I just wanna bop