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Cause you're fragile like a table 
Made of glass 
Too unstable 
Cause they treated you so poorly in the past 
Like a label 
Yeah 

Volume 
Turn it up turn

le volume dans la tchop, monte le volume dans la tchop
On a tout fait dans la trap, on a tout fait dans la trap
Monte le volume dans la tchop, monte le

I like to pump up the volume
I like to crank up the bass
I make it look like a cartoon
Im about to set new pace
I like to pump up the volume
I like

this shit without a major ho
(ho ho ho)
See we Funk Volume known to keep it real
Alright, alright, alright, alright
I'm doin' good I don't need a deal

your trunk
Turn my volume up
Lo-Fi Funk, you can find me in your trunk
Oh no, we ain't finished yet, hold up

I hate most commercial rap and
The labels

sleeping involved
It's like Volume One, Volume Two
Volume Three
Man ain't wasting no time, trust me
Hold tight all the record labels
I know you see me i know

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

Got a seat up at the table
Ay touch down I'm out breaking all these ankles
Krimmy's up now do it all without a label
But if you wanna sign me we feel

First, we get the volume bumping then we swerve (alright)
With the windows down doing 80 through the burbs (alright)
Big body truck that we pulling

down like tidal waves
If I die look at the blue sky
Visit my tombstones and my graves

I can't hear you when the volume is raised
I can't see you when

I ain't here to sight see
Just arrived but might leave
Made some heat off type beats
These labels want to sign me
They all yelling write please
Maybe

uh yeh yeh
Gosta que te deixo forte
Foto com a Glock e com meu malote 
No final do baile eu te soco forte 

Jogo black label e bebo no teu corpo
Tu

You know what today
Todays a good day
Iced coffee in my cup
Oxygen in my lungs
High volume in the trunk
Say wassup
Nice company in the car
God's

untouchable
You can't fuck with this style!
Funk Volume! RattPack! Pro Era! Funk Volume!

I said "Who want war?", mass killing MC's
I’m your Dada, nothing less

Signer dans ton label pourri, bikow naaan
Ils veulent test ma city
Mais ils sont trop lents
Rebeu je n'ai plus de limites
Je leur rentre dedans

(Les

Dope Man

Jay-Z

Vol. 3: Life and Times of S. Carter [Clean]

1999

of the Century"

They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto spokes man

How come, you label your brand of dope

whole label came out with a weak result
You on that same bullshit Tomica brought

Nigga, I don't know what you thought
You think I can't see the blood

label is
A disfunctional family (family)
And then you try to hate on me
'Cuz I'm straight blowing up
I'm banging on your bitch ass and two
O's is what I'm

room room
Now play music volume up boom boom boom
I am the one who shines yeah soon soon soon
Look at me men look at me zoom zoom zoom

Yo give me

nice to see
I'm crafting up this script
Like this acting meant to be
I'm held up in the kitchen
Cause I'm cooking with the heat
I'm turning up the volume

(Its Barthromew)
yeah
BMR!!!

[chorus]
Back Flippin' now her ass whipin'
Volume set on super bass, ears bleedin'
She be screamin for my label

the music
Still haven't signed to a label cuz if I fall under pressure
I'll be in a three-dimensional-cubic
I don't brag, like nike I just fuckin' do it
You

the music
Still haven't signed to a label cuz if I fall under pressure I'll be in a three-dimensional-Cubic
I don't brag, like nike I just fuckin' do it
You

Late night I want to call you
Really want to tell you everything I could of bought you
Voices in my head, gotta adjust the volume
Give me pain every