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A1 silhouettes
Little red Corvettes, my will is set
Oh to chill or sweat
Is it thrills or bills or jets
Seen her latest smile
Fools rush in
hooptie ' seventy five
Still drives some bullshit, I don't know why
I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air
First one that diss him in
Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha?
Hmm, you
bars, I can strictly
Rap what really happened
You would think that shit was Disney
Air in the circle like a frisbee
Thinking about my niggas make me misty
Bilateral meetings, in this global embrace
Russia's warships dock, a message to convey
"Don't worry," they say, as they're here to stay
A warning to France,
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
The sun is swallowed by darkness
The deep night comes down from above
In the still of the night
The moonshine is bright
The howling of wolves
Bob Weaver picks out his tailor-made
Looks at his watch it's getting late
He's at his desk now doing fine
He'll make the meeting just in time
Walking
at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party"
After that we
Beautiful feather hovering overground
We're similar
We're both being pushed by the wind
Through the air
To wherever
Haven't I seen you before?
Buddy I hate to be the one to say
But your girl's been playing games in a fancy way
Last weekend's dinner she said was her treat
But the bill got
Sometimes life can be a stress
With work and bills you’re under duresse
There’s still some joy nevertheless
If in doubt get your corey out
If
the guy she left for you
And I'm standing real still
Trying to foot the bill
Looking for one more thrill
Cuz for us it's all downhill
Crashing in your
clways by my side
Love in the air
cll that we share
The memories won't die
Say yeah, yeah
clways by my side
Say yeah, yeah
The memories won't die
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground,
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
get some sense
And by sense I'm talkin money
I got dollar dollar bills
Dollar bills on my head
Cause all you little chickens rather fight with me
by
I magically float by, I'm casually Bill Nye,
The beaker is still dry, It's steaming in both eyes,
I breathe in and go numb, One drip of it still
on our side
He's a black belt in karate
and he's fighting by our side
You'll need every bit of luck you can find
He's slicing limbs like Kill Bill
And he's
Meet Boris the Badger accountant by trade
Got laid off last month now his spirit's decayed
Beetle grub bills stackin' high like a tower
He needs
Alarm clock screams, another day starts
Hitting snooze, wishing for more zzzs in my heart
Coffee's aroma fills the air
But the morning chaos is
Walk on a beach by the light of the moon
But the bills keep on comin’, keep us from runnin'
So we'll stay at home and make believe that we're living in
for a live MC
Hands in the air like you just don't care
You all get a share, there's a party over here
Year 2000, keep bouncing
T-minus, thirty
place
Conrad was a young man tormented
By divorce then depression so he contemplated heaven
That's until he found a soul similarly severed
A meeting so
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