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I do my thang
This how I do it
Living life
I didn't choose it
I gotta get it
I keep it moving
I gotta win it
Ain't no way I'm losing
Ay we tryna win,

They
Don't know anything
We can do everything all by ourselves
We can not let them delve in deep

We have our taints beneath it all
They assume it's our

making quick moves
For presidential faces
I gave that bitch some shoes
And then I laced her
I took her straight up
I don't need no chaser
I'm waving down

are so clear down here
Greed, arrogance, all run by fears
I see no good, I see no right
I see no reason left to fight
I need to climb
Back inside my

to the boats from the jetty
Wait here for the camera's flash
Until proceeding lest we taint her photograph

But oh beaches
Breezes
Sunsets
People
Whisper
No one

the cost of freedom, what's ya price
I doubt myself I really do, I got some insecurities
I find myself quite curious in things that taint my purity
Out here

me is disguised inside these very eyes
I sacrifice everything, I'm about to kamikaze
I'm Bruce Wayne in the flesh, don't need no comic-con
The rain

true to the message
Know I'm always asking the questions
But all this pain and trauma got me stressing

Know I need to rise
Feeling swallowed by the tide

Ain't no need To claim the Semi tucked
Check the score Across the board All these niggas fucked
I'm sending shots Fuck your gang Y'all like all sluts
Fuck

[INTRO}   
           Doe royee...
     Melodies agaaain  ooh ...
                    {VERSE1}
  Easy baby oooh,  no do me  Johnny oooh..
cll your

Them and Us

Don Henley

I Can't Stand Still

1982

America! 
Gonna even up the score 
Get ready boys 
Third times a charm 
Don't need no sweater 
It's gonna keep you warm 
If we can't have the ball,

would take Betty Page over Kate Moss any day
so there's really no need for the weight loss any way
just as long as you're healthy and wise
better skinny

Grandma Hips

Your Old Droog

Packs

2017

wetter than the Hoover Dam
Ain't no need to say my name, bitch know who I am
Rappers (?) in the closet like Luther Van
Get killed watching shows like

No discuss (Shh)

Send two to his head call that shit a concussion
It's me and her business if me and her fucking
I'm cooli the baker fuck hoes by

Know you might not know but a nigga been real 
Got it by the case like it's deal or deal  
Said be real so I gave em that feel  
Born with a temp,

you below the rim
I'm in San Antonio I'm 21 no Tim
I don't wanna text, I don't wanna talk
I want Johnny Dang kome take a piss all In my mouth
Need a new

Where's the Weed At?

Kottonmouth Kings

Koast II Koast

2006

you 
Cause no one knows what Johnny Richter's got chronic 
But when it's cracking, we be the toughest motherfuckers that's cracking 
But anyway...

know
Y'all be entertained when I do my thing
Shawty thick, I get in her taint
Should call it a tank, that shit wet
I'm rocking a tank, ink in all in my

and faults
I got some stories in vaults
I stored them up they in bulk yea
I don't want a Maybach
I'd rather learn to play Bach
I don't need no Mozart
I just

my my face in her taint 

Pay by the hour be bout your shit don’t make her wait 

She make golden showers look glamorous 

Far from an amateur, man

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

Saddle Up

Attitude

Ride Through the Country

2008

We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler

call it in the hood
Well look man I was talking to my boy Johnny
My boy Johnny, he told me he said
Niggas is hatin on you man.
And you know what I told

If music is my business got no overhead
It makes me feel bad I lost some good friends
Like lil Johnny he loved life he didn't stress (Didn't stress