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I Be Thinking

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart
And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block
And they draw heat from them niggas, plus we duckin' cops
I

Cannon

The Juice

Dedication 2

2006

the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga

From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon
And I'm on that Philly fire shit
Then I come fully equipped
You try

Casinos, they stop all bets when they hand me dice
Ferragamo foot rugs, two couples in the black Wraith
White Range Rover, two white boys in blackface
B

cards went out
I'm through dealin'
Now 52 bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now 52 cars roll out, remove ceilin'
In case 52 broads come out, now you

the sake of old Ireland, Michael Davitt, my brave Irish boy. He is now in the prison of Portland, far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy
 He is now in

Well Alberta, she was a true miracle child
Her first cradle was a shoebox cause they didn't come that small
Born in Bracken County in the Bluegrass

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass 
Comer over the hills to your darling; 
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow 
And I'll be your

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow
cnd I'll be your true

must be wed to a man of many means who will take good care of meAnd love set aside it may come or I must bide my time eternally
CHORUS:In the sun I

100

Iggy Azalea

The New Classic

2014

ride
No credit, no debit, no thanks
My clique pay cash everything we buy
See me walking by with my nose in the sky
Make you be like Damn bitch, can't say

these magazines try to play me out
All my ex-girls tryna fade me out
By the ending I was finished
So it's crazy how

It's so easy to fall in love

Okay

Punjab Paddy

Gaelic Storm

How Are We Getting Home?

a tosser in me hand,
By the time I hit Darjeeling I was feeling mighty grand!


You can keep your forty shades of green, they only make me blue,
You can

Rovers in Lamborghini's swimming pink bikinis, lingerie
Tryin' to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays
If you're not a member of my drinking

Is this what we've become?
We are zombies that have gone
We switched from hits of brains to place antennas in our skulls
We walk on by the shattered

a tech leave you stretched
I'm 50 cent getting rich in a vest
Won't die trying if I aim for the head
By any means when it comes to a check
R E S P E C

on clothes
Too young for me she want Sosa, shooters in the Range Rover
That's GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin' bitch its over
See my ring chain

the sack
I'd hear me mates going down below
To visit poor Maudy and Black
And so each by each in pairs they'd come
And each by each return
With faces lit by

and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

Consumption took me mother and
Me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey till he

I CAN’T KEEP MY DISTANCE
YOU ARE SO PERSISTENT
CLOSER BY THE MINUTE
NOW THE WALL ARE SPINNIN’

YOU PUSHED ME
THEN YOU CAUGHT ME
NOW I WAS IN YOUR

alright, it's alright, it's okay, yeah)
Raisin' our vibrations high in the air
Everyone come around, come on, start that bitch over 
(It's alright, it's

It's too cold to Irish goodbye
So I guess I'll stick around for a while
The nights drag on these old bones get tired
But i hope that by spring I'll

Hey church, motherfuckin' Church
Creek squad

You can't ride in my Range Rover
You can't smoke on my Jane clover
You can't come to my crib joker
Some

Bricks, nicks, nigga so herb
Hustlin' to the whole world, never sober
Seats in the Rover, soft as sofurrs
Ballin so hurr 'till I need a chauffeur

You might

Cause nothing gayer than Christmas, by the way. That is my, it is the get it. What? Tell me one thing that's gayer than Christmas. Right. So I know,