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A Little Somethin'

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone
Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop
With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop
Dosey-do your partner all

ain't nothing I can't handle
Dancing in my Gucci sandals
I be smoking on a regular
I be lit up like a candle
M.O.P. with the ante up
It is all about

Huh
Fuck what you telling me
okay okay
Nigga I'm not buying what you selling me
Way I'm killing shit it's a felony
Know that I'm the shit is you

pour up an 8 nigga that's an ocho yuh yuh
Sheets and the funnel you know that it's filled with good dope yuh yuh
Lang he cooking up beats turn it

Know the nigga folded how i know i put her on the play
Let the hoe give me face, while i count the cake
Made the hoe swallow cum like it's minute maid

the white and the green and the tan
Boy, I got all the flavors, you know I'm the man
Got too many stripes in the streets, it ain't sweet with that heat
Boy,

Every song i make is just perfect
Pull with chop, my girl gotta birken
Movin weight, lil kiddy been workin
Skkrt ina bird eye, you know its chirpin

Straight Drop

BlocBoy JB

Simi

2018

Jacob, ATL Jacob

Y'all don't know what I been through (been through)
Don't know what I seen before (seen before)
Y'all niggas had cable (cable), we

just gonna stop at a 100
And not try to climb to a million
I gotta do it in front of they face
Just so they all see it different
Hold up for a second

boy catch a tool
You goin mopped up if I bring the mop up
Get wet like a pool
She gave the slop up inside of the drop top
All you heard was vroom
Going

She gon' lick me and suck me (yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, uh)
Bitch, I keep a Glock because that's all I know (yeah, yeah, uh)
Yeah, bitch, I keep a mop

the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores and sweep 'till the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by then

Yeah

Look

You already know who it is

I'm bouta

Spaz out on this beat

Yeah

I don't know if ya'll are ready for this one though

But we'll soon

despise, falsified information will cause us to organize
Can you feel it Mr. Krabs
This beat so hot it's like a rig for a dab
Both of these fist will knock

forever trap
Dying trill i'm on the map
Shorty throw it back
Got sweat drippin' down my back
All designer shoes
What you gonna do
Better crack me open
We

Sweep him off my shoulder but keep my angel adjacently
The game needs a cleanse, I guess it's up to me to mop it
The work don't stop, I'm gonna see more

and Kurupt
One down we helping him up
Cause nigga all we got is us
Definite fizz nigga
No soda in cups
Put in the work
It was never the luck
Stack up a check

Helsing, bloodsucker caught one in the back, bah, I just belched him (ah)
Yeah, you know them G's been achievin', believe that (you see it?)
We'll beat him

Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep
Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a Jeep
She taught by Weezy F
We be the best, truly

fucking new chain
I'm constantly observing prolly serving me a pound
Had to re before these verses smoke a quarter by the hour
We call it glorious purpose

niggas can stop it
I’m shooting with poise, I’m like pat in that pocket
I’m texting your bitch and her “bitch” best friend
Because I’m fucking all three,

niggas can stop it
I’m shooting with poise, I’m like pat in that pocket
I’m texting your bitch and her “bitch” best friend
Because I’m fucking all three,

down
Beans and rice

My boys pullin’ bok choi, and tatsoi
Now we vibin mixin’ gin with la croix
Belief in self, now I’m top boy
Farmer Jack he mops it up

to get it by my lone
Lost some homies, so I got it for my bro
Have some shit that I ain't have when I was broke
Boy I know you don't want beef, you not