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a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for

Southern Dixie Flyer

Marty Robbins

Country (1960-1966)

1996

At the station house one day
Was a lady old and gray
I could tell her heart was feelin' sad and low
With a teardrop in her eye
She was tryin' not

to pals
But the beef still dey so I dey carry knife stroll
No wan hear say by mistake them carry my life go
No
Daddy they there oyoyo another story of atutu

the field
Thug love story

[G. Luciano]
So here I am
Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos
With this chick I don't even really know
Steady stressing

Paper Route

B.o.B

Underground Luxury

2013

happened to the Dixie Chicks
It's like nobody else complains
Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain
Cube already told you, they corrupted

Paper Route

B.o.B

Underground Luxury [Clean]

2013

happened to the Dixie Chicks
It's like nobody else complains
Till you tryna be more than a n**** with a chain
Cube already told you, they corrupted

Ninety Eightmrs Lisa candy lady trapping in Dixie holmes
Sixth grade Westside elementary smelling like pine cones
Crack house frayser circle next

rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot

Cherson!
 Cherson!
  You aint just whistlin
    Dixie, Sea
  Cherson! Cherson !
   We calcimine fathers
    here below!
  Kitchen light on   Sea

Wasted

Twiztid

A New Nightmare

phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,

I Need A...

Slim Thug

We Make the Rules in the Streets

2004

chick
Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my bitch
She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash
Boo got her own house, bought her own S Class

Why do you keep imagining graduating, getting a better job
Why do you keep imagining buying a house
Why do you keep imagining getting rich one day

This is the story of Nashville’s most famous murder trial. In 1913, Anna Dotson received five days in jail for the murder of Charlie Cobb, the owner

story just rappin' 'em
As a genre nobody can even fathom us
'Cause, it's three separate
Things just smashin' (What?)
A little bit of country
Little bit

believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks
It's like nobody else complains
Until you try to be more than a dude with a chain
Cube already told you:

Wanna get rich without a story
Wanna new whip to gas and floor it
Wanna new house with matches floors
Wanna new boat right by the shore
Wanna new

As he reaches for the book 
To tell of Christmas long ago, 
Written by the hand of Luke.
He’ll read that story one more time
Of angels we have heard

flickered on the silent screen
Round the clock, work never stopped by man or by machine
Legends grew and stories flew in the streets and in the bars

Settle down for a minute, let me tell you real quick
About a bitter sweet story of pain
One time a west king chick got involved with a dealer

chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old

In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm

silent, I think drooling, possibly asleep
I do love her so
The fence electrifies with a loud hum and blue sparks of light
Accompanied by tinny explosive

a trance
snap of her fingers taking off your pants
Pull up This ain't by chance
She's got it down to a twisted romance
She's the devil in disguise don't trip

Throw it back Cam
Flash it back
Here we go
Senior week at Kalahari
Checking chicks out in bikinis
Clogging slides were going crazy
Standing Tazekid