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ain't nothin you fuck with me she gon make you a memory
Put yo face on a T-shirt RIP by the preacher
Baby mama she cryin we still gon fuck her and leave

black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
By the track wetter
The ass-spreader
I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
And I went

it from her mama
I do what I do and she do what she wanna
That's a fact, ain't no cap
Me and Sheff had to run up them racks
If you miss then we

that shit straight hot
Tastes a little bitter now you wish you had some big Bob
Hoping when you pass me on the interstate (aye)
You get a bitter taste

To You Haven't Got A Clue

Try To Diss My Name Boy You Got Me Fucked Up
Left Jab Right Hook Hit You With A Uppercut
I'mma Never Give A Fuck Bob And Weave

just rock it

Side to side
Like hypnotist
Wid a watch in his hand
And the victim is
Me
Back and Forth
Like it's tennis shit
Serena Williams on the serve

Mafia Music [Music Video]

Rick Ross

#d3radio: Maybach Music Edition

I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop

move around and it's spooky
Mama had said she doesn't want to see me in a Hurst
But I merch ain't a nigga gon do me
Lost my mind when their bodies start

rápido no pienso en stop
Ando con las retro 1 de Bob
Tonto evita el roce
Metimo' mucho percocet
Pase por encima lo sé
Me dice "¿por qué?" no sé
Seguimos

Living Inside My Heart

Bob Seger

About Last Night

1986

Words and music by Bob Seger
Be-side of "Like A Rock" and on the soundtrack to the movie "About Last Night"

When the sun came up this morning

Heat

Common

Like Water for Chocolate

2000

Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this
Me and my mans is bout to spit some hot shit
Yeah, one two
Bout to spit that, hot shit
Huh whoo! Yeah

dickly
Got fucked by the buck wild Juve
Screw me, can't a nigga do shit to me
I rep tillit, snake bitch feet it
Larceny I steal it, change more for villit

That baddie said she wanna pull an Ashanti
She just wanna rock with me in the party
My uncle got locs just as long as Bob Marley
Pull up to the spot,

that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross
Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs
Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws
I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock

how 'bout dat

How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob
Why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop

been steppin' in CC
I rock with the 6, man, I'm hangin' with Yung Mal
Nigga best not talk 'bout slime
We killin' your partner, yo mama, just watch

Leave me the hell alone, get back back back

A drop in the ocean
Stopped in motion
Locked in commotion
Got no notion
Rock and a hard place
Rotten, a car

Black Queen

Young Dolph

Role Model

2018

Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I'm smokin' kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom

yea)
Don't go
Far away
Far away
Far away from me by baby (Ah e Ea ah)...
E yea e yea e yea...
Don't go
Far away
Far away
Far away from me my baby
E yea e

leering
Working dead in the morning
My bodies mourning
Bury me now, and I'll be dead by the morning
I need good pussy, while I rock my Mark McNairy's
I also

feel the mind in the composition
In every strand, with everything in my hands
And if this is who I am mama told me I should never switch up
Switch up

and make him  rock out
Beef with the team is impossible, we pullin' chops out

Bad citches standing on the gang, they brought the bops out
He out of time,

Heat

Common

Like Water for Chocolate [Clean]

2000

was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
That bob and weave,

realized my mama couldn't get off these
I see the pain in the eyes of my family
A good girl with a lot of memories
She sings to me and make me plantain chips