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Pull up hit the dash and a 6-speed, SE
I don't fuck with hoes cause they messy, messy
Niggas at my neck but won't test me, lets see
Pull up hit the dash

way
I try to free my mind from hate
I kill myself and call it art
150 on the dash
150 on the dash
150 on the dash
Wait
150 on the dash
Bon soir

Imma do my dash, gotta do my dash huh
Gotta do my dash

Gotta do my dash for the one
Gotta do my dash for the two 
Gotta do my dash for the one

It's

Say you wanna ride for me, baby come show me
Man, I swear these girls on my line they be phony
I can be your best friend, you can be my homie (You

friends
(Skrrt) , I don't really need no friends
Woah i don't really need no friends

I don't really need no friends, I
Go hard for my niggas
We be juggin'

the slack, ay
Thomas train I'm bodying this track, ay
Drip too hard big splash, ay
Money in my pockets pants sag, ay
Hit a lick then I really do the dash, ay

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Maximum Rap 12": The Original Maxi Single Collection

1997

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your

like my bark (arf!)
Pop another molly, got me on the percs

Gah-gah-gah
Gotta go fast
Gotta go fast
Gotta go fast
Run run hundred yard dash
Gotta get

so crazy I do em again
If we can't catch the opps, we go spin on his friends
Let's take it up to the furthest instinct
Niggas be praying they want me

ain't no fee
Forget yo friends girl you with me
F-R-E-E fake friends free
You see I'm back and it's Nye
And you know you my lil vibe
Go and tell yo friend

I wanna go to Paris
It's Zelly b
Stupid dummy

Fast car, NASCAR, better do the dash
Fast car, NASCAR, better not fuckin' crash
Fast car, NASCAR,

drip, bitch I splash, 
Watch a nigga do da dash, 

I do a dab, then hit the dab, 
My car is fast, and, all of my bitches are bad, 
Y’all niggas trash,

Washin' my clothes in the bath
Ramen and water was all that I had
Didn't know nothin' bout holdin' a bag
Unless I was lickin', I'd grip it and dash, huh

Think 4 Yourself

Subnoize Souljaz

Underground Collabos

2012

and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own moves.

[Verse 3 - D-Loc]
I make my own moves so I set my own pace,
I got my own rules

the racks and they fall out my pocket
Seeing that boy no money his wallet
I hit ignore when she be calling
Jump in the coupe then I go zoom
Shawty she want me

flipping the Z's with niggas on my team, but
I be riding dolo riding deep is not my speed
Had to go harder move smarter think wiser stack more talk less
My

Look me in eyes
Tell all me all yours lies
Tell me imma be alright 
I dont feel alright 
Just leave me alone
I can't get too high
90 on the dash
I

bucks
Put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah, I'm flexed up
You can see 200 on my dash
Run the check up, I was trappin'
You was sittin' in class
VVS

once swear it won’t be a twice
My heart so cold like i sleep in ice
Don’t tell me you love me i know it’s a lie
I got rid of fake friends i told them

(Am I A God?)
What what, let's go
Pulled up before, we'll do it again
You try us we all do the most
You not my bro, no you not my friend
I heard that

digits then pick apart who your friends is
Advise you to be jogging gently when they kick you out of that list
Run my guy, they ain't Go leave you they'll

Old Friends

New Edition

Lost in Love: The Best of Slow Jams

1998

now 
(What I know now) 
Oh, yeah 
(You wouldn't be with him) 
You would be here 
(You'd be here with me) 
My old friend 

Old friends 
Are

the hundred take it one by one
This is ragga with the inspiration

I can only sing of destruction today
'Cause my people are shedding blood everywhere

get to the money that's who I consider my friend
Why do you love me 
Why do you hate me 
Don't be mad at a nigga cause your bitch wanna date me
Why you