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Southern Fried Intro

Ludacris

Chicken -N- Beer [Clean]

2003

Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em

Hey you
Have you ever wondered what you're made of
Write your thoughts all down on a paper
Just to crumble it up and throw it in the trash
Talking

found it, though
Because this love is so non-desirable, oh

I'm from where too many lives twenty-five years or fewer
Nothing we receive is brand new,

unlikely
Asking for a sign shortie walk up talking Pisces
Heard your man was on the gram
But now he somewhere with an IV
Got jumped by like six of them but I

to be a lover
Went after what I wanted
Then threw it aside forever

Short the little moments
When you curly blonde called out to me
clong ancient sand

rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
CL, he's back up on the block

We the hottest thing

Aye what
Let this fucking sing like Beyoncé
Pray it don't jam up like Beyoncé
If it don't make hundreds don't make sense
That's what a boss say, uh

Tormented

Tech N9ne

Anghellic

2001

you tell me (What?)
What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death)

[Verse 4]
One up in heaven, two here in hell
Father please forgive me while I

Paranoia
Stai lontana
No-no non ti voglio
Vino buono
4 amici
Non sono mai solo
Cosa manca
Giù per strada
Cerco un quadrifoglio
Mi porterà fortuna

I'll Go Down Swinging

Porter Wagoner

Legends of the Grand Ole Opry

2007

of sad, sad singing
I'll sober up tomorrow and cry all day I know
At least I'll go down swinging, what a swinging way to go

I'll dance with all

I'll Go Down Swinging

Porter Wagoner

The Essential Porter Wagoner

1997

of sad, sad singing
I'll sober up tomorrow and cry all day I know
At least I'll go down swinging, what a swinging way to go

I'll dance with all

banks
you can sell shit and get thanks
that's what I learned from the Yanks

I'm fed up with small-time hustles
I'm too good to waste my talent for greed

the sky
We sat by the tide and she told me what life's like

Slow down, Don't think so loud
You'll melt your brain
Like a sauna
Followed by the rain

She

head too much 
Giving me all that, giving me all that 

My exes hit me up for credit, it's okay I kinda get it 
What if its over all over reddit? 
You

understand why you don't you get the message
Rock my shit do this shit for fun
Rock my shit what I wanna rock
I don't really care what you do think of me

Room twenty four (Room twenty fouur)
Locked with a couple of blondes
Floating around the room
They made me a ghost so we can fuck
Now I'm back (Back,

the chop, let that shit flare
Think I'm lackin', try me if you dare
Light-skinned bitch, curly blonde hair
So much drip, I don't know what to wear, 12 trying

it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In

blood

You don't even know what to do with all this blood
And we're in a circle
We being circled like four curves
Two hundred degrees

Burning them like

Raising the bar wasn't easy
Thoughts like a racing car when they're speeding
Going off in the game cuz I'm in my own lane
With a cart by my side

Samsung
Every time I drive it's a hack, yelling "And One"
Showing all these 20's on the Gram get yo bands up
You 4th & inches to the bag so why yo man punt

Don Perignon people layin' on my lawn
Gettin wasted by the cases
And my hairs not even blonde (even blonde)
Wanna pull me ova see me crossin' ova

it's back to mom and dad's
They don't really want us back
But their pads got wifi
And so we eek by
Arrested development, the lost season 4, 5,
And so on,

for it)
This Lil bitch here fine I think I love her like my mama (fine think I love her, what)
Tatted up, remind me of Aaliyah or Lil Yanna (no cap)
She