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bitch
Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden
My dogs in Palma Park put paws on your posse
Impossible is nothing, I'm livin' it up
Indian soul,

burn up (illi)
Cha cha chart (Suspect on the mix)

Nwanne na'su genti kpumee
Onye obuna nochi my money my shine gbulie
Mana owenkwa kordi, ogadikwa

Now the record's done, it's time for fun
We're moving up the charts
I got good reviews and brand new shoes
Beep beep on my car
Beep beep on my car

the gas and park we fuck in the car
They told me to work on a single but I wanna top the charts a body of art
Put this shit in your cart
Got my dick in your

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

Gotta know it that it be
Only be my name
Every day you see me
Global on the charts
Cause you know I'm rockstar
Every body want
Know they wanna go far
Me I

body whip and a big body wrist
Know I said that before but I been bodying every song
Now my pockets on big body-ish
I think I need me a big body this

You know the youngin' stack tall paper
She put my face on her black berry wall paper
I spit truth and I mix it with a lil' game
But I ain't on her

(ooh) tall wall
B is for bold, that's how you make me feel
ooh, big tall, big tall wall
(Don't leave me like this, that's so cold)
Your sexy body

What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?

Frank Zappa

Fillmore East: June 1971

1971

just made the charts this week
With a bullet! With a bullet!
Lust let me put a little more
Rancid Budweiser on my beard right now, Baby

And you can show

a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You

on the wall
Said Im ballin so hard see my name on the charts
Two twins on my hip tryna drip from the sauce
Pullin off skrt skrt Inna wraith and we gone
Big

Chicano
Smell like Pisces Vesica Binnacci Santos
Looking like a mermaid Because she fictional facade though
I love her natal chart except her Lilith at my

as a bitch
You see the swag, I'm wavy and lit
My pops had 'em bricks, yeah, brick wall
My slime got them sticks, and I can do tricks, yeah
Skateboard

Wall To Wall

Busta Rhymes

Wall To Wall

2015

to walk, wall to wall
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
My shows' packed up, wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're goin'

hard, should’ve know it from the start aye man
I’m a popstar, I’m a popstar
Climbing to the top charts
Risk my life, I go hard
Aye
I’m a popstar, I’m

and I know you believe it
Climbing charts, with a voice (watch me roar)
Twist the rules, 'til I'm what you adore
In my heart, there's a fire (burning

You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
Another body drop, and they screamin' my name
I'm goin' to L.A.

out)
I ain't popping for no charts I'm a drill out
(Drill out)
See na money I Dey chase
I don't play no games
Smoke my lala elevate
My business I Dey

yeah
My feelings are really bizarre yeah
I just keep all of it in
At the end it left me scarred
These body scars yeah
I ain't just gone sit back and act

Wall to Wall

Busta Rhymes

F.I.L.A

2015

to walk, wall to wall
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
My shows' packed up, wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're goin'

could Shoot a movie
Watch how they body dropping
Like they done got the cooties
I don't get mad easy but bitch you Better cool it
Mob Psycho 10% charts

out the roof
(Do do do do do) drive past, guns blast
Shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O T, put TNT inside my suit
Walk inside the label, struck

My dawg could've went to the league, but he got a hobby catchin' bodies
I been in this shit too long, I need a mill and a deal, come sign me
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