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know I'm a stepper lil bitch you know I keep a hammer lil bitch walk down in yo field
I'm gone rip and I'm counting these blues no crip
Say how you my

got cake, bow your heads, now we snacking
That nigga want beef, we got packs, get to cracking
We Set-o like Kaiba, no blue eyes white dragon
You niggas

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

Versace [Remix]

Drake

Back in Toronto

2013

Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'luminati
This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property
Rap must be changin' 'cause I'm at the top

reason for tha small chalk

And when he dropped the dope up in tha pot he seen it's all cut
He got mad about that Shii I said f*** nigga go blow up 
Aunty

Someone turn it up! So we can burn it down 
Got dream life on the beat I got blue dream up in my cloud
Been down
Oh your music getting sold now
Have

drew brees
In sum all white air forces blue jeans and white tee
Wanna buy the whole world but this shit cost a fee
In the warzone stay head strong shit

entertaining
So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out
I can't be more than me
But you can make me out

Mafia Music [Edit]

Rick Ross

Mafia Music

2009

I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both

passed them by Pluto
My mind high up, still not thinking bout you tho
My wrist ain’t causing no flood, I’ll still swim in the pool tho
Hot bitties never

your girl in Givency
Yeah, we stoned like we concrete
Yeah, I'm bossed up in Gucci
But I'm still dressed up in Tommy
Ain't in my head, I'm at NASA
Girl,

activities it isn't even in the same category
Your best friend, your equal, the blue eyed boy next door that you told your
Family was your soulmate when you

This rhyme
Was inspired by six-nine
So when you getting money
Just know you can get time
And don't ask kids
For vocals and ad-libs
If you tryna build

Got the Tommy Hilfiger with the blue cap
She be moving different I can tell just by the body, came from nothing now a somebody (Let's go)
Don't forget

Every song on loop is wavy  blue drops  half way thru the sky AMAZED you'll thank me too ooh

When I was growing up I wanted what my cousin had so by

shit bam bam in the building
Scrape the women, hide the children
Give a bitch rimshot like a Zildjian
Me and Mildred eating like a pilgrim
Huh, yo Tommy

exactly two Rand ten
I open my hand for blue seven sweets 

Your faded, wobbly, light-green gazebo
Baby princess sits in yellow  chair
My daughter owns

Real Shit

Rakim

The Master

1999

you're running by, trip you up from behind 
My rhymes, confuse niggas 
Like somebody try to gang-bang 
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up

My PO asked me if I'm booted
I told her yep
I got real killers with me
Watch your step (bitch)
All these blue hunnids
Like I bank left (Like I crip)

the boys by my side 
You gone hear us loud cuz we keep the sideline LIT
Yeah we bleed silver and blue and I'm hopin' you do too
 because when the squad gets

his ass to the floor nigga

[Verse 1: Nell]
Dread life, Southside, nigga get your head right
Hopping up out, tote guns, those True's gon' meet you

a avatar cause I took a blue pill
Four hours gone and I'm in the mood still
You done came 20 times I ain't even shoot still
Had a seizure so long thought I

got that thrax pack
Fuck them lil' purses that y'all rockin this a knapsack
And it's full of blues, you front your move
My shit go
Had to zo he was