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This is that freedom rap music that Punch back music
That read the Constitution know your rights for you lose it
That every Black man should own

be complaining bout
You in it for fame steady chasin’ clout

We are not the same, check my Chase account
Currency the same different paid amount,

Yo,
GB on the track
On some Nice For What Shit
They call me Cole in the booth
and Drake in the sheets

Name's GB, admire what he amassed
From

the QuickBooks
And they got nothing to say, they got the hiccups
Cybertruck I'm whipping, aye, we flexing pickups
Pussy so wet, the bed flooded out
Six million

Choppin rocks like kenpo
That benz flow
Wit the windows up
Blowin pack
That indoor
Extendo
On the gen 4
I be smokin with my windows up
Smokin with my

Tints

Kendrick Lamar

Tints

tints
(I need my windows tinted)
And it's no good for me, it's so good for them
I need tints (windows tinted) I need tints
(I need my windows tinted)

We sing for you

Nana nana window
Nana window
Na-na-na-na-na-nana window
Nana nana window
Nana window
Na-na-na-na-na-nana window
Nana nana window
Nana

Look out the window for what
Rain to a houseplant, huh ay
Keep that shade off of my pane
Look for a sunnier day, hey
Wait for the payoff, paying my time

watching it fall
For too long I been underneath just looking up with no regard at all, oh

Got a heart like paper, said it's nothing major
The shit just

Blowin' Swishers, Pt. 2

Kid Ink

Summer in the Winter

2015

Rollin' through my city, blowin' swishers out the window
Blowin' swishers out the window
Push a buck fifty, blowin' swishers out the window
Can't

They be creeping out the window
They be outside
They be creeping out the window
They be outside
They be creeping out the window, window, window

mmmmm sometimes u gotta take the leap…
Hook
Jumpin out the windowww/jumpin out the window
Jumpin out the window window window window window window

learned the game the most
This that real shit you need to promote
This is for my homies who take long drives to cope
Looking out the window searching for

smoking vibing with the window tinted
Chilling with your bitch, you ain't know it's vintage
Shoot for the stars aim for the moon
Shit be a jam just another

Backseat Love

Ciara

Ciara

2013

can get anywhere that you want now
Tonight it's all on me
Waiting for that bom bom bom bom boy
Come lay it down on me

Now we together
We gonna be

eye's on you
Let me slide with you
With the windows down
I hope my music can pull
Us together like a braid
Don't be afraid of my shine
I'm here

had to serve 'em packs
I never was one for the scene
I wanted the green
I do it for gas and the Gs, the P-IM-P-S
The niggas that hated on me, my nigga

time lookin' in my heart

Just lookin' for a place to start
Start, woah oh

I like to think when I'm looking out the window
Staring back at me look

I'm underneath the palm trees 
In a state of summer breeze
Everything comes naturally, for me
Life's a journey  got the window seat
You'll find me

Bando

Migos

Young Rich N*ggas

2013

Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards on the windows
Trapping out the house with the boards

back (back) to me I told em dont fuck up the rotation (Naw)
 Dont be tryna crack my window for no ventilation nigga naw

  Hook: 

When we in the car

the crackin
I had to crack him
Them lips just kept on yappin and yappin
What the hell just happened
You ran out the door
I ran after you
What really for
I knew

Black Hawk

Joe

My Name Is Joe

2000

away
Like a shadow of my love for you

Hey little shorty
I'm stalking you, I'm watching
Can we get naughty?
I'm your black hawk in the window

see an angry fella dragging her by her own damn hair

Peeping through my window
Window while indoors 
Every time the wind blows
It shakes my window