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the, i am the, i am the queen
you know what i, you know what i, you know what i mean

wow, who dat is ova there?
whatever you do, dont touch my hair
I'm

You Lord
As Mary touched Your heart
Teach me to touch the way she did

And here I am again
I'm standing in Your presence
And all I really want is more

(Brr-bow brr-bow)

Caught yo girl she getting lucky, touch me, fuck me, head go dummy
What u gonna do about it? Pussy bitch wont shoot about it
Dracos with

women really love me
Cause I'm gettin' that guap
Got the city on lock, got the city on fire
And I am the fresh prince nigga
Bow to your highness

Keep

I was on some high on a week day sober by the weekend 
No I aint been sleeping
But it aint been stress
Single by the morning
Smiling while im yawning

they breakin' that bread (Bread)
She give me that dome, that head (Slop)
I'm layin', I'm layin' the bed (The bed)
Ain't fuckin' wit' opps, the feds

seek, I find
無数の未来 破片化 like a vein 

Give me some trill
I never ever end 
Rising up
明日を引き寄せる為 I'm the chosen one 

繰り返す wave 飲み込まれない様に
抗って

about me
Its from word of mouth
Don't hate on me
You just hate on my sound
I'm going up
And I'm taking you down

The best
I am the one that you missing
I

know the vibe
Look at me right in the eye
I know that you see the fire
You know the vibe
You see I'm working with gold
Baby, I'm building Versailles

wanna show me love wow
I b too slick really got no love now
Got no love now
I really got no love now
Guess I’m up now
They wanna show me love wow
I b too

where I step
You must not know about me
Said I'm tryna box and you left
You might be right though
No, I'm not a fighter like Michael
'02 Bow Wow, how I

again
I bet they'd fire me
Cremate me, hell boy, a fiery death
Sorry Ski
I know I'm pirating like Johnny Depp
Heard they s******* on me
Guess I better

Real Real Gone

Van Morrison

The Best of Van Morrison, Vol. 2

1993

Real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
And I'm real, real gone

Real real gone
I can't stand up by myself
Don't

clearly when you're gone

I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh,

do for me 
I do this for Him
Fruit of the spirit i'm a fruit fly 
I had to change I could not get by
Repping The King i'm no good guy
Its only one

these rappers can't touch me
Ugly? Shit, you serious? I'm hideous
I was better than all you silly kids while tryna figure out just who I really is

Salute

Lil Wayne

Street Money, Vol. 4

2009

choose mu'fucka'
Bow down till your head touch your shoes mu'fucka'
Salute me, salute me, salute me, salute me
Salute or shoot you choose mu'fucka'
Bow

of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean

(Bow, bow, bow)
Nigga know we big opps
That’s why we steady dunking them (We dunking them)
I’m tryna break that hoe back
Send her by her nigga nem (Bitch

(ugh) (Penta kill)
Views become currency and currently
I'm drifting through the current of the wave so perfectly
Rat niggas make me feel fervently
Killing

She too hot just like magma, saying don't touch cause she hot like magma
Whip too fire she love the phantom
Swooped me by random she got me by ransom

niggas ya so fucking lame
Call me triple h yeah, I'm the game ya killing ya brothers just for the fame
Just for the fame yeah just for the money
This is

Shortie Like Mine

Johnta Austin

The Price of Fame

2006

Stay kitted, hood wit' it like mine 
Mean walk, talk the talk, let me tell you some more (Bow Wow, let's go)

I wanna give her the world 
And I ain't

how do
These rappers make it
They clown shoes
Yeah I’m talkin' about you
You’re about to bow to
The best emcee you’ve ever seen
Don’t test me bitch it