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to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today

Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father

Backstreet Boys:
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You see war is not the answer

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Don't Know Your Name
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What These Bitches Want

DMX

...And Then There Was X [Clean]

1999

you know I got a wife
And even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeopardize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (What?)
I gave

just like Alicia
She didn't know my name and now it's hello nice to meet you
They didn't want me then and now they saying I'm a keeper
Yeah
Air force

my body, gotta cover up your name
Turn up the radio, turn up the radio
You got me high as fuck and dropped me right on my face
If your love is a drug

Premier and Guru, this goes out to you
Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you
I don't know if its the end but yo it might be
Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia

it rain
And I been dumb fried don't know what's on my brain
Been thru some shit ion think i feel pain
So I'ma express it by speakin in flames
My old

that I'm flowing like water
From sea or water from creek
And if I don't speak, I know you ain't growin
Cuz I'm a leader, respect it when you see em

telling me she needs the key to the room
She's full of hot air, cause she knows she gon' see me balloon
You should know, you informed
Killing shit, you

on the Radio

Act like you already know

Speakers blasting through the walls

And Bodies 'bout to hit the floor

When my song plays on the Radio

Act like you

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own

with the wine (thank you Jeff)
And I don't even know the price but that shit bussin online
Okay, 408 down to the 626
All my shit got all these views cuz

think that I'm out here playing a game
Don't think that I care when you dropping a name
Don't think I'm a listen when you send me a flame

Play by my own

now if you don't know who it be
Don't make me tell
Just know I killer Mike like
That kid from ATL
If you fail to plan, baby plan to fail
See my game

I loosen mine so it don't feel like a noose
And then you turn on the IG
See my niggas on the screen killed high-key
And people not seeing my talent

And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your

with a country song on the radio
With a hand to hold, everybody knows

I'd be blaring out my windows, I ain't gonna tiptoe
Play that music loud

Playing Saturday's fool

Have fun, have fun have, have, have fun

Wait a minute, hook
You know you got the look
But don't play me out cause
It's a Saturday

love you, Deborah
I don't even gotta say your full name, you are a goddess
Nicole Pastine (and of course the homie Xavier)
Rapping is my passion, I

mirrors, I don't need no imitators
Ain't no drama, I gon focus on my commas

Don't know where to bank, now that's some money problems
Sick of ramen, I've

Hell as such
Hell has it's turn, Hell knows as much
So lean upon your rotten crutch
Leaves death's key at the foot of my door
Under my wicker mat that

know what
It is now innit (You know what time it is)
Let me hear my name again rude boy
It's mumzy's crib I'm coming to innit
(Nah allow that man)

If I

sellin' weed usually
Heard he a snitch, nigga, that's a tellin' key
Don't tell me nothin' that you heard about me
My brother's locked in like felonies

We

This is for me
For me, For me, ME
I needed you to see the real me
I don't have glamour, no
I don't have fame
But I still hope you remember my name
I