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L.A.

Brandy

Free TC

2015

angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from

My Wishes

Andre Nickatina

Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll

addicted to red licorice and fine bitches
Khan lives forever man that's my wishes

[Verse 2 - Equipto]
My wishes, we owe intense wishes
Bruce Lee, Tupac,

talkin' 'bout
Uh, I live the life you write a song about
Bitches think I'm famous
Favors come in larger amounts
Standing on the table, standing on the couch

Coach me, Joey yeah
My nigga Lee, I think we got another one
(I do this
I do this shit for fun by the way)
I can see this shit clear now
(The one by

Kocky

Tech N9ne

Welcome to Strangeland

2011

Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough

the clout
Y'all already know I told them no
Walk out the club half gone got ya girl by my side throwing throat
Bad bitch talkin' shit I ain't trip I been

but ya times up
Time to hang it up
You retiring from the game of life 
You've been fired
Situation dire
Now a bunch of red eyes watch you
Songs by

hair braided by a bad bitch
Filling up my cup need a stand in
Dosie round my dough like a bandit
Got a pole in my pants and a scarface

If you could walk

Remember the Name

Eminem

No. 6 Collaborations Project

2019

how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted
My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick
I'm a private guy and you know nothin' 'bout my

Ayo Mr. Chance The Rapper
I greatly appreciate the way you roll out the red carpet
Allowing me to articulate myself
And now I stand on my own two

track was garbage
I’m going retarded
I breaking my target
A couple of years
Ima walk the red carpet
Ima walk the red carpet
Young dream chaser
Soon enough

flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherfuckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac

On the sheet of the tablet, 
I ain't lyin, 
Man your girlfriend's favorite song is mine, 
If I sang it then I wrote it, 
Even if I didn't sing it, 
Write

seems, but by keeping its dreams
It learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else ever cared
Roses are red

dook dook the band played on!
Dook dook dook with the same old song
You wouldn't believe the things he'd do
Talkin' about old Schlancey McGreugh!

a bullshit song, talkin' 'bout bullshit
I don't care if you hate it or love it
I'm just havin' fun, 'cause I'm the shit
Crowned by the toilet, the toilet-let

What you talkin bout fool 
You smoking jools
Watching Albert Pujols
Wearing all jewels
Tryna act all tough 
Well enough is enough 
Who the fuck cares if

better, no I don't see (Haha)
But this hoe Monroe
She flow and wan' hear a song
She want that long
And say it was cause my spirit bomb
I'm paragon
Tha Heir

watching over from above
Won’t ever steer me wrong
My family why I’m strong
And ima pay em back by making millions of these songs
And that’s on me
You crazy

Views and opinions in this upcoming song are solely that of my own perspective
And meant for entertainment purposes only
Although they do adapt

help, cuh they can't see what's wrong
So i jus smoke weed by the pound and go make a song
I I grew up round some niggas, that'll crack yo domes

that I'm takin
Gotta be on point, most of y'all be sittin' there shakin

Ha, ha, y'all be sittin' there shook
Lee kept it solid even after my nigga got

YOP!
Yeah, yeah, ayy
We smoke niggas by the pound
I can't leave the scene till this YOP run out of rounds
On probation, I ain't supposed to leave

like a bitch
We'll clip your neck and then dip
Pickin up the phone I don't wanna be wrong
I just hope we get along by the end of the song
I just gotta