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on 2-1 Street, fo' sho' (let's go)

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters

minutes
Every five hours sheesh!
There's Herb he gave me some advice
On how to do this time shit like
Make sure to stick to myself
And to create a daily

sound, call me
You want da G-mix, call me
Da remix, Ya ya

Ooh, nothing else wey Dey I go do
Money I go spend upon you
Girl I wanna do right by you

want da bad sound call me
You want da G-mix call me
Da remix ya ya

Uh nothing else wey dey I go do
Money I go spend upon you
Girl I wanna do right by

of kicks
Punches from the hooks that's only coming strictly my fist
YouTube beats, what happens every time that I go click? Remix remix 
Eat the beat like

lightening,
over half a million dollars in Diamonds for your excitement,
every other day there is a T.I sighting,
I pass by flying higher than gas prices,
im

the breath of ya bitch
It's J Dot Brwn, #1 on every list
From the music to the cakes everything I do hit
Got the drizzle fuck a drip gave the sauce a remix

you do that
And just any genuine feeling, like
2 O'clock
2 In the morning
Hello
The Attackbots
Come on
We are the Attackbots
I've recorded most of this

Space Mix [The Ultimate Nonstop Mix]

Modern Talking

Alone

1999

Cheri Lady'!
And it goes down... like that. Come on!

Oh, I can't explain
Every time it's the same
Oh I feel that it's real
Take my heart
I've been

stuck with risking getting your ass beat by me 
Cause bitch I'm kindly offering To give you a living
But by the looks of it you wanna be dead by morning

Yo, remix
Donae'o, Donae'o
Cadet, Cadet
Wiley
Ghetts

Real niggas inna my circle
Real women inna my circle
Only family inna my circle
No

and fame
I can't afford these mistakes, I got a mortgage to pay
Wake up in the morning and pray, up at 4 and I skate
But I'm short on my faith by a quarter

running from memories
And the co-star is absent
The past is always charging
To attack me without warning
Each day just passes by
With reshoot every morning

miiizzind
Im lovin tha design

Yessir Thank you Sir 
Forsure I'll be here every third
Minute Unless if that's ignant
I'm sorry my accent doesn't match tha

you want me to say?
I don't need you anyway
Cut the ties, won't be back, bitch
Don't tell me anything
Keep the notes in your bag that
I sent you every

So put your, put your fingers in the air air
Put your, put your fingers in the ayaya
Wene, wene wene mighty eh eh
Wene mighty paya paya
Every body paya

that's burning
If I could see your face until the morning
By July I'd like to get to know you better
This that remix to that Sweater Weather

Baby don't

You're being pulled by love, love, give me your more, give me your sweet, sweet love Give me your more, if you put it into sound, sound, love, give

hearts have never been broken
We were so innocent darling
Used to talk till the morning
You and I you and l

We had that mixtape on every weekend
Had it

like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail, by the morning
All everybody else'll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate, let a couple years

And had every chick smiling at me before 5th 2007 
The streets since then treated me reckless
Geebs in Midlo morning
Coach Thomas bringing the pressure
I

thot and tell that bih leggo 
I got the sauce and it's drippin' like Prego 
Fruit by the foot got a colorful bankroll 
I'm droppin' racks every time that

be shouting REMIX
I'm Mary Poppins
Supercalifragilisticexpy outta that bitch
I'm musically formidable
You're feeling every syllable
Free flex funk

on this beat
No shit, cuz
Kill every beat, bitch I'm hungry time to eat lunch
Lemme hop up on that Morning Remix
Yeah, just as soon as my mother grows