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Single

Yo Gotti

Live from the Kitchen

2012

I don't come to mingle
How you let a nigga kill you on ya own single
Hit a single button and my whole top gone
Hit my plug up and put my whole block

That's Why I Carry

UGK

Ridin' Dirty

1996

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way

dollars on the way to the bank
Your girl said she single, she used you for dates
Spending your last dollars, while she cleaning her plate

I ain't worried

hotty
Duur se kya dekhti hai seedha aa k mil na
Bohot maal hai apne pass baby chill na
Kar denge kill na, jaasti mat hil na
Hateli pe aa k seedha rakh

Yo I got twenty nineteen words, for twenty eighteen
On the news like on ABC, just anxiety
Can't talk bout no other stuff, no variety
Oh I wanna kill

Set your morning star
On the side of my stage.
Your chest is pouring darts.
Suck me in sideways.
Language on a streak.
Single-digit probability gives

or we're going to kill ye
Last week, I got the sack from Nando's
I said what's the craic? Red Hand Commandos
Lando Calrissian, my head in the clouds
They

Gnoelani payback scene
Chadzznor's mean shirtless gleam
Dirk's shot not looking clean (Oof)

Bottom frag like Reiny is in quiplash
Quick cash making when

stepping in the battlefield you're gonna hear a pop
And then I break em and I kill em with the lyric ammunition
If you praying on my downfall then you better

hard when it seems like everything's black
And every single persons tryna break you in half
But happy aint a feeling it's a mindset
So when your lost,

of us taking the back seat is over!
Pass the fucking mic, my raps are just as nice
As any and every single one of y'all
And if you think in probability

to graze with macs
But I ain't dying
I'mma kill all of these mothafuckas
I ain't lying
I dove to the left with no single breath
I shot two of them in

shit
To every single motherfucker

Kill a pussy on the spot get shot in yo medulla
What the fuck you thought when a Tren10 pull up
Every day it's fuck

on, eat clothes
Fuck around and kill one of y'all clown ass niggas, word up
Take your two, take your hat
Take a nap, put your ass ton the ground,

the gas and we coming for yo ass


If I’m with the guild staying up all night

No pressure like a mythic plus boss fight

It’s a high probability for defeat

to governor  everyone’s gonna get shot enemy of law and order  a fucking menace hey!  Goodness me!  Came to decapitate and raid leaving blood trails on a rave

If I die before I wake?
Was my life just a mistake
Will I win or will I break
What kinda difference will I make?

What’s the probability of me dying

This beat is murder murder, fried like a crisp pizza turnover
You prolly got the jist, but I insist to rap till it's over
Till I kill every

shot inna head a fuck up yuh knowledge
Dash weh dem goh study a college damn clown
Ball like bitch
When them catch him
With a gal gun
Wa fires single no

there's one question I haven't truly figured out
How to kill a non-existent person without a single doubt
I don't exist either, but shit I guess I'll figure

You lookin at me
But i'm looking away
Tryin hard
Find a route to escape
Call the shots
And I'll make the play
And everyday the silence will suffocate

through loud, 240, it's swerving
I take shots, kill opps, no chirping
Let bodies rot, his fam still searching
Let bodies drop, stake out, observant
Might

shot and it kills
Thing be say i no get money it no be say i dey lack skills ay
I'm Wesley Snipes with the target
I shoot my shot and it kills yeah
Ah

feeling mane I'm trynna feel it every single day
Fantastic

Everyday I drink Jack
Straight shots yeah I throw 'em back
Who got the za it take sixty seconds